I'm not a magician

Before the last rays of the setting sun fell, Ji Chi and the three finally arrived at a hunter's lodge in the middle of the forest.

There are quite a few small cabins like this scattered in the Breezy Forest, providing a relatively safe place for adventurers who can't reach the town at night.

The hut that Ji Chi and the others found seemed to have just sent away a group of lodgers. The branches piled up in the firewood box at the door were fresh and dry, and the ashes in the fire in front of the door had not been blown away by the wind.

St. Colly tied the monster to the tree next to the hut, clapped her hands and looked at the rough environment: "I'll go to the forest to find some food, and you can gather some firewood nearby."

Anyone who often ventures outside knows that although the items in the hunter's hut are free to use, unless the resources are exhausted, the used resources must be replenished one by one. This is the tacit rule of all adventurers.

Ji Chi runs wild in the game at night, meeting gods and killing gods is fine. Aiwen follows the Holy See to preach and understands some rules. However, how can a saint who is supported by many monks and nuns in the holy church be so familiar with this set? The flow of wild adventures?

Even though St. Colly has not concealed anything now, Ivan still dare not think about it. The collapse of faith is only a small part of the reason. He knows that if all this is known by the Holy See, it is definitely not a good thing to wait for St. Colly.

Ji Chi didn't think about it that much, his mind was very stable, and he accepted the other side of St. Kelly very calmly.

He reached out and hugged the little undead like a quail from the monster, and asked gently: "I'll go to the forest, it's still dangerous at night."

"No need." St. Kelly shook her head and refused, and took out a few things from the item bag and put them in her pocket for emergencies.

Under the dim moonlight, Ji Chi vaguely saw a scroll made of parchment, which looked very much like a summoning scroll that only a summoner had.

Sheng Keli counted her belongings, pursed her lips and glanced at the two of them: "Be careful yourself, just hide in the house when you encounter anything, and wait for me to come back..."

Seemingly feeling that these words were too hypocritical, Sheng Keli frowned as if she couldn't bear it, turned around and left, but before she left, she stopped abruptly, turned her head and sneered at Ji Chi: "Look at the child carefully. "

After finishing the sentence, he finally disappeared into the shade of the tree with ease all over his body.

With Aiwen on the left and Ji Chi holding the little undead on the right: "..."

OK.

The two useless men looked at each other and silently picked up firewood around them.

Ji Chi put the last piece of firewood on the dark ashes of the campfire, waved his finger casually, and a bright fireball flew out from between his fingers, lighting up the small open space in front of the hunter's hut.

The flickering flames dispelled the slightly chilly forest at night, and the shadowy trees around were also illuminated warmly.

Aiwen patted the plaster on his hands casually, and sat slumped by the bonfire without any scruples about getting his cloak dirty.

He stared at the fire in a daze, his face full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

After driving such a long way, bumping for such a long time, and almost meeting the God of Light, he obviously felt that his thinking and reason were overdrawn.

There was a black shadow moving tirelessly in the corner of his eyes, and Ai Wen slowly turned his head to take a look. It was Ji Chi who had hastily cleaned up the inside of the hut, and now he was bending over and whispering something to the little undead.

Ji Chi asked the little undead unhurriedly, and in a few words, he revealed the real situation of Bean Village. Under the horrified eyes of the little undead, he walked towards the bonfire thoughtfully.

He noticed that Youdao was looking at him all the time, and raised his eyes and asked Ivan: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

While asking, Ji Chi found a few clean leaves, spread them neatly on the ground, and then sat down with his legs bent, with an inexplicable sense of delicacy in his gestures.

After looking at it for a while, Ivan turned his head to look at the bonfire again: "You never seem to be afraid...how did you do it?"

He stared blankly at the warm orange flames, and said in a low tone, "Saint, Saint Keli too, why aren't you afraid? So it's still my problem? Is it my fault? But I've... already worked hard... ..."

Perhaps because tonight's environment was too similar to the scene fragments in the depths of his mind, Aiwen unconsciously fell into that nightmarish memory again.

"Look at this dazzling blond hair, oh! There are also heart-melting blue eyes, he must be a child favored by the God of Light!"

"Yes yes... Oh my god! What is that? Light magic? He's only five years old now!"

The memory before the age of five is already very blurred, and all Ivan can recall now is the praise that fills his ears.

Then the camera turned, and it turned into a sea of ​​burning flames. The flames illuminated half of the night sky, and the houses not far away collapsed in the flames, emitting a roar mixed with gunpowder smoke.

"Ewen! You are the youngest, only you can get out from here! You must escape to the town! There is a church there, call the paladins and we will be saved!" Alvin's shoulder, hoarsely ordered.

Behind the boy, several teenagers looked at little Aiwen with fear and expectation. There were small spots of light running around each of them. It was because the light magic in their bodies was being suppressed by something. draw.

"Our magic power is almost exhausted! Aiwen! You must escape!" The leading boy kept repeating, "As long as the Holy See knows, it will definitely come to save us!"

The five-year-old Aiwen's thin body was trembling. He shook his head and whispered in a crying voice, "But I'm afraid...I'm so scared..."

"You can't be afraid!" the boy said anxiously, "There is no time! I sense someone is coming!"

Little Aiwen was pushed out of the small hole by the wall, and the rough sand and gravel left bright red scratches on his skin.

His mind was muddled like a paste, he hesitated for a while before he started to stumble forward.

He couldn't remember how long he cried, how many times he fell, and finally rushed into the church with a bloody body and a mess.

However, by the time the Paladins arrived at the village, the flames had already been extinguished, leaving only the blackened house wreckage and an abandoned magic circle.

There were also a few skinny little corpses.

The priest who followed squatted down and put his hands on the corpse's chest. The pure white sleeves lightly covered the muddy and dim eyes of the corpse. He felt it quietly for a while, then shook his head: "It's too late."

The priest glanced at the sluggish little Ivan, moved his lips, and said nothing.

It wasn't until a group of people buried the corpses of the whole village and returned to the town with a heavy burden that the priest found a gap and said regretfully to the knight commander: "The magic power and vitality of those children have not been lost for a long time. alright……"

Little Aiwen, who was squatting at the door, listened to all this numbly, staring blankly at his little gray hands.

If he could be less afraid, wouldn't he hesitate, hesitate, and fall...

Those children won't die either.

Little Aiwen huddled into a ball trembling, tears fell to the ground in big drops, he was guilty.

In the next ten years, everyone in the town knew that there was a young man who was favored by the God of Light beside the priest. He was talented, enthusiastic and kind, like a little sun that always radiated warmth.

Aiwen can give everything he has, even his life, to any stranger's request. Every day he spends is like an endless atonement.

Ji Chi listened quietly to his unconscious confidant, and flicked the flame in front of him with the branch in his hand, making a "beep" sound in the silent forest.

Ji Chi's confiding also brought back some memories. He couldn't stand being boring when he was a child. He used to go crazy and reckless, and he went to the hospital several times.

Until one day when he woke up from a coma and saw the condemning, blaming, and impatient eyes of his parents, he finally realized that fate was not the one who was at fault, but he was the one who was guilty.

Ji Chi himself hasn't gotten out of his pessimistic mood yet, and he doesn't know how to comfort Ai Wen.

At this time, there was a loud "bang" from the side of the fire, Ji Chi and Ai Wen's thin shoulders shook at the same time, and they looked to the side.

A bouncing rabbit that was dying in peace fell on the dirt.

St. Claire pushed aside the half-person tall dead rabbit, sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, and glanced at the depressed duo.

"Who do you want to save? Why don't you just come and be a saint." St. Claire obviously listened to the whole sentence, curled her lips with some sarcasm, "This is the first time I see someone taking credit from a murderer."

Aiwen came back to his senses, and was a little angry when he heard the words, but he couldn't say it in front of Sheng Keli. He just lowered his head and said sullenly: "I'm just regretting! If I can..."

St. Kelly interrupted him mercilessly: "How is this possible? If you run faster, will you be able to save them? What if you run too fast and are found? Not only do they not even have a dead body People have discovered that it is impossible for you to live to this day."

"Let's talk about it." St. Keli was really impatient with Ivan's temperament of looking forward and backward. She pulled out a sharp knife from the side of her leg, and stabbed it into the neck of the bunny without blinking, "Why is it wrong? Is it you? Why isn’t the Holy See not responding in time? Why isn’t the paladin rushing too slowly? It’s the style of the Holy See to let a five-year-old child bear so many lives.”

No one has ever said these things to Ai Wen, they only taught Ai Wen to love everyone and be strict with himself.

This point of view is too contrary to the thinking that Ai Wen has accepted since he was a child. Ai Wen opened his mouth and was about to say something when Ji Chi stabbed him with his elbow.

Sheng Keli raised her eyes to indicate that he had something to say quickly, but his subordinates quickly tore open the belly of the bunny rabbit, and dismembered the whole rabbit brutally.

Ivan watched this scene, obediently swallowed his words, and sat by the campfire like a quail to listen to the teachings.

Sheng Keli didn't bother to talk too much. Seeing that Aiwen's mood had calmed down, she skewered pieces of rabbit meat on clean branches and handed them to Ji Chi and the others to roast together.

The bright red tender meat was roasted and rolled up above the flames, exuding bursts of tempting aroma, which drifted far away, leading a squad of paladins to this direction.

"I said it's right to come to this house, right? Look, isn't it possible to meet people here?" A hearty and lively voice came from far and near, breaking the silence of the forest at night.