Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

"What Lord Demon King, are you crazy?!" Palos looked at him in disbelief.

"I know this is hard for you to accept, but please listen to my explanation patiently." Remia raised her face and looked at Palos with her deep red eyes, "You are indeed the king of my clan, Decades ago, in a battle with the Protoss, in order to preserve the main force of the Demons, you were not only seriously injured, but also hit by an almost unsolvable spell, which will slowly eat away at your soul , We were helpless at the time, and could only use a desperate method to seal your body and slowly repair it, send your soul to this world, and place it on the human body of the demon blood."

"There is such a thing? Then why don't I know?" Palos didn't believe a word.

"Your soul was severely damaged at that time, and you can no longer retain your own memory, so now you only have the memory of being a human being, but I can see the imprint engraved deep in your soul." Remia said Expressionless, but very confident, he said, "You are our king. We have ventured through the cracks again and again just to find you and allow you to rule the world again."

"It's really inexplicable!" Palos walked around, looking for incongruities around him, "This must be an illusion, you are some kind of void creature trying to deceive me, just like the Nightmare Lord .”

"It's understandable that you don't believe me now." Remia was not discouraged at all, and still said in a calm and emotionless tone, "I won't force you to accept the reality right away, as long as you know about it , the rift of time and space has been opened, there will be a reaction between your soul and your real body, you will slowly recall those memories that do not belong to humans, and then you will understand what to do, time is running out ,I have to……"

"Wait!" A terrifying thought suddenly popped up in Palos' mind, "...Have I been to this place before?"

"Do you remember? You have been here before. In order to open a road to this world for our clan, you attached your soul to another descendant of the demon clan. You endured humiliation and hibernated here for several years. We have fallen short, but it is precisely because you have been in this world that we can think of using this method to save you when your soul is corrupted."

Palos could no longer listen to the words that followed, his heart was beating violently, and cold sweat was streaming down his temples: "You said...that person...is me?!"

"Sorry, the rift can't last anymore, please hide yourself temporarily, we will come to you again." Recia said and disappeared from the spot, but Palos didn't have the heart to care about it at all, and a huge panic enveloped him .

He felt a severe headache, and some memories were scrambling to emerge, some he had dreamed of before, and some he had never dreamed of.

He remembered that he kicked open the door and stopped Avandell's tutor from attempting to rape the students. He remembered that he took care of the young and withdrawn Avondell everywhere, talked with him, and brought him fun things outside. He still remembered He did all this to make Avondel trust him, so that he could accomplish his final goal - to trick the young mage apprentice into opening a portal between the two worlds for him.

He also remembered everything that happened in that basement.

He stole a forbidden magic book that Evandel wanted so much and gave it to the young mage as a birthday present. Evandel was very happy that day, with a bright smile on his innocent face that he had never seen since he was an adult.

He told Evandel that the book could only be "borrowed" for a while and then secretly put it back, and asked him to learn the magic above quickly. The young mage apprentice was still hesitant, so he encouraged Evandel to let the other party experiment in the basement without anyone The magic, he said he'd be around.

Avondel finally started to try to cast the magic in the book, and soon succeeded in the first one, the second, and the third. He was already a very talented mage apprentice.

Successive successes boosted Evandel's confidence, and the young man had no idea that the fourth magic spell had already been replaced by another one.

After the spell was successfully cast, the gate of the abyss was opened, and tentacles from another world began to drag him into the abyss. He shouted for help and asked Avandel to close the passage with the magic circle on the book.

Evandel's horror and self-blame at that time were all within his calculations. Sure enough, in order to save his only friend, the mage cut his wrist before thinking too much, and drew the magic circle on the book with his own blood.

His plan succeeded, the magic circle started to operate and continuously sucked the mage's blood. When the mage realized that something was wrong, he had already broken free from the tentacles, walked over and grabbed the boy who had no strength to resist, and tied him up On the wooden shelf beside.

Avondel began to question him, and then began to curse him, he ignored it, just stared at the operation of the magic circle intently.In the end, Evandel had no sound at all, and the blood flowed too much, and the weak boy had passed out.

But the magic circle was still unsuccessful, he was anxious, picked up the dagger and slashed deeply on the boy's wrist which had gradually stopped bleeding.

Thinking of this, Palos squatted down in pain and grabbed his hair. He only wished that he could turn back the time and rush to the past to give himself a punch, or that he could take the knife for Evandel. The thing he was filled with righteous indignation turned out to be his own doing, that is, his knife cut Avandel's tendons, leaving the mage's left hand in a semi-disabled state ever since, and it was no longer as flexible and powerful as it used to be.

The teenager who had lost consciousness moved because of the severe pain of the amputated tendons, but he didn't wake up. The blood flowed too much, and Evandel was about to die.

But the magic circle still didn't work.

His years of planning have come to nothing.

After recalling this part of the memory, the pain and guilt pressed Palos' chest like a stone mill, making him almost unable to breathe.

Palos knew how vengeful Evandel was, how gentle and kind the mage was to his friends, companions, and lovers, and how ruthless he was to his enemies. The demons who were put to death turned out to be Palos next to him, how much should he be hit?

Evandel is such a proud mage. When he was young and ignorant, he was fooled by the demons and regarded a demon with ulterior motives as a friend. This was the deepest poisonous sting that pierced his heart, and it was also the greatest shame in his life. There is no way to dispel such deep hatred.

What about Palos?He has fallen deeply in love with Evandel without knowing anything. What will Evandel do if he knows that the closest lover next to his pillow is the enemy he most wants to kill?

Suddenly there were familiar footsteps outside the door, and when Palos woke up from his thoughts, the door had already been pushed open, and Evandel looked at him outside the door: "Palos?"

"...I'm here." Palos replied stiffly.

The room was too dark, and Palos's face was hidden in the shadows. Evandel couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but thought he was a little strange: "What are you doing with the sword?"

Palos suddenly became frightened. He lied subconsciously, concealing the appearance of the demons and what he just remembered: "...It's okay, it's too boring to play with swords."

Evandel still thought he was weird, but out of his trust in Palos, he didn't delve into it. After all, the Templars had never lied to him: "Come with me, let's go to the Temple of Asher."

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Evandel strode forward, and those old mages wearing robes had to trot to catch up with him: "Mr. Evandel, Mr. Evandel...!"

"Don't follow me, you stay and continue to monitor the abnormal phenomena and regularity of Sun Shadow, and send it to the Pope as soon as there is any news." Evandel walked out of the gate of the Master Academy without any delay.

"But, but..." The dean still wanted to discuss with him about taking in apprentices, but Evandel had already urged the boatman to leave the shore.

The boat left the Mage Academy slowly, and Evandel couldn't help urging: "Hurry up."

The boatman was used to discrimination and arrogance against mages. Even though he knew that Avandel's status was unusual, this fixed way of thinking didn't change. He said angrily, "You don't think it's too late to swim!"

Evandel didn't talk nonsense with him, the rune in his hand began to glow, the water magic supported the boat, and rushed towards the shore like an arrow off the string, causing a splash as high as two people behind the boat.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the boatman screamed, throwing down the oars with a pale face, and clung to the side of the boat tightly, not daring to let go.

In just over a minute, they landed on the shore, and the boatman threw himself on the grass on the shore and began to vomit, and Evandel passed him and walked away.

Palos also followed silently, and Evandel noticed that Palos's face was a bit strange, and asked as he walked, "What's the matter, are you seasick?"

"... a little bit." Palos covered his mouth and looked down at the road intently, avoiding Evandel's eyes.

"Hold on." Evandel patted him on the back, "I finally found some clues, and I must go to the place where the demons appeared as soon as possible to confirm my guess."

Palos held his lips tightly, and almost squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "It's okay, I can hold it."

He knew how much Evandel cared about the demons. As long as he heard the news of the demons, he would sweep away his usual laziness and go all out to investigate. The opponent's corpse was broken into thousands of pieces.

Looking at the back of the hurrying person in front of him, Palos slowly lowered the hand covering his lips, and he began to comfort himself as if dying, maybe it's not that bad?Maybe everything is just a conspiracy of the demons or someone else, just like that nightmare, maybe not long after, another Avondel will suddenly appear and tell him that all this is fake.

There are tens of thousands of people in this world, so why should he be the demon who hurt Avandel?