Homecoming

At any other time, Fors would have been terrified by the bizarre scene before him, but at this moment, he felt no fear whatsoever.

Where is this?

"The internal space of a Mystical Item at the Demigod level, the ' Book of Dimensions ' I told you about before," Lorry explained simply.

The interior space? Fors ' eyes sparkled as she looked around curiously, her gaze landing on her Suitcase and various other items not far away.

She let out a soft "ah" and muttered:

No wonder I hadn't seen it; you'd hidden it here.

Lorry couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, "I thought you hadn't noticed such a small thing. You didn't even ask, weren't you afraid I'd lose it?"

"It's lost, so what? What's the big deal?" Fors got up with great interest and walked over to examine her boyfriend's Vault.

So many Mystical Item, Beyonder Characteristic, and materials... it's practically a "piles" of them all! The writer was secretly amazed.

Then she noticed two separate stone tables further away, each with an item on it, surrounded by densely packed symbols and Incantation.

Her intuition told her that this must be some kind of seal.

"Is there anything special about them?" Fors asked, turning back to her, wisely remaining where she was and not moving any closer. Lorry, seeing her action, breathed a sigh of relief, "Two Sealed Artifact with extremely severe negative effects, involving utterances at the level of Angel and true gods."

Angel, God... babbling... Fors chuckled awkwardly, then quickly turned around as if he had a psychological trauma, rapidly creating distance between them.

Similar word combinations made her unable to resist recalling certain Affliction memories.

"You mean this is where you said you don't need to go out? Won't you break your Mystical Item?" The writer strolled back, asking like a curious child.

"No." Lorry replied simply, glancing at the wine glass. Seeing her nod slightly, he poured in another third of the Aurmir Red Wine.

bite--

A crisp collision sound rang out.

Lorry took a sip of his drink and patiently explained, "The term 'internal space' is just to make it easier for you to understand; this is actually another Dimension."

"I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, but it shouldn't get damaged."

"At least Angel level abilities aren't enough."

Angel... Hearing this word for the second time in just a few minutes, Fors's light blue eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"What's wrong?" Lorry asked. With the Pathway of a "Marauder," his attention was entirely focused on the other person, so it was impossible for him not to notice the subtle changes in her expression.

"It just... feels so unreal." Fors said softly, pursing her lips. "When we met last year, you were also Sequence 9."

"It's only been a little over six months, and you're already spouting Angel and talking about God all the time."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Lorry asked with a smile.

"Of course it's a good thing," Fors replied without hesitation, taking a sip of red wine and closing her eyes, seemingly savoring its taste.

At the same time, she silently thought to herself, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to Advancement Sequence 7 so quickly and digest the ' Astrologer ' Potion."

"You know, I stayed at Sequence 9 for several whole years!"

"And Hugh, it was because of your intentional or unintentional care that he was able to become an ' Interrogator ' and receive the hope of Advancement ' Judge ' ahead of time."

"But the more this happens, the more useless I feel, unable to offer any real help, only able to lend a hand in trivial matters..."

Lost in thought, Fors put down his glass and sat up straight once more:

"Okay, I'm going to get drunk if I drink any more."

"Shall we begin?" Lorry, unperturbed, nodded.

"Good."

Then he asked, "What abilities do you want to Record first?"

"Let's start with something simple," the writer replied without hesitation.

"Leymano's Travel Notes" corresponds to Sequence 6 "Scribe" in the "Apprentice" Pathway, where the ability to Record High Sequence has a high failure rate.

For example, her previous attempt to Record "Teleportation" ended in failure.

The ability to Record Low Sequence increases the success rate.

Simply put... Lorry thought for a moment, then took out the "Book of Dimensions" from his pocket and tore off a Dark Gold page corresponding to "Warlock".

--"Warlock" is Sequence 7 of the "Mystery Pryer" Pathway.

The Dark Gold pages rapidly expanded, transforming into "Warlock Lorry" to Fors's astonishment. Rory smiled and asked, "Ready?"

She glanced back at Lorry in the Easy Chair, then looked away and nodded.

"Alright." As she spoke, the writer had already opened "Leymano's Travel Notes," turning to a blank page, eager to begin:

"I came, I saw, I Record!"

"Warlock Lorry" nodded almost imperceptibly and tossed out a handful of dust:

"Lightning!"

"Boom--"

In the dim light, a bolt of lightning struck straight down, leaving a large crater in the ground. Electricity spun out, and lightning surged wildly within it.

At the same time, on that white sheet of paper, complex magical symbols and Incantation were rapidly drawn, overlapping and drawing closer to each other.

Soon, they all converged, transforming into an abstract lightning bolt pattern.

"We did it!" Fors shouted excitedly.

Before she could finish speaking, she had already turned to the next blank page.

Lorry reclined in his Easy Chair, gently swirling his wine glass. Seeing the writer's smiling face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly as well.

Under the expectant gaze of the other party, he controlled the Illusions to throw a handful of bright powder into the air in front of him, and chanted in Hermes: "Exorcise!"

The sun is setting.

As the creaking sound of the carriage behind her faded into the distance, Lillian Bellot looked up at the village of Vanessa not far away and let out a soft breath:

"Finally made it..."

At the same time, Leah, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, muttered to herself:

"I finally made it..."

"If I ride in a carriage for another half day, my butt will be completely shaken raw..."

Even in Intis, the earliest city to usher in the industrial age, not every city had railway tracks or Steam Train running through it.

At least not in Uto, where they were born.

Although both are located in the Leston Province, Uto was not as fortunate as its neighbor Dariège, which was both an important border town and a major grape-producing area.

Here, there are more mountains than plains, and more mineral veins than farmland. But the mineral veins will eventually be exhausted.

More than a hundred years ago, soldiers drove horse-drawn wagons in long lines, transporting large quantities of iron ore from Uto to various cities in Intis.

Ironically, this small town named Uto, which burned its blood for the industrial age, never got its own railway track.

Even today, more than a century after the death of Emperor Roselle, horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts remain the most common means of transportation here.

Lillian rolled her eyes at her sister:

"If you stay in the village, you won't have to suffer the same hardships again."

Leah said, "Uh..." "I don't want to! Did anyone speak just now? I don't think so, I didn't hear anything, sister, are you sure you heard correctly?"

Amused and exasperated, Lillian ruffled her sister's hair and threatened, "You know what to do now that you're back, right? If you..."

Before her older sister could finish speaking, Leah's delicate face lit up with a flattering smile, "I'll be good, sister... I've always been very well-behaved."

"Don't worry, I'll do whatever you say."

A slight smile appeared on Lillian's lips:

"That's more like it... Let's go, let's hurry home. If we dawdle any longer, we'll probably have to sleep in a dirty room tonight." With that, she took her sister's hand and walked towards the village where they had grown up.

Then...

From where the little girl couldn't see, he reached out and rubbed his own buttocks twice.

--The "Seer" are not known for their physical prowess, and even though she was already at Sequence 6, she was still a bit exhausted from sitting in a carriage for several days in the mountains.

They said they'd lay the railroad tracks years ago... why is there still no sign of it...? I have to tell everyone, we can't vote for that damned Parliamentarian anymore...

All they know is empty promises and empty promises... Lillian muttered silently, her body tense.

Lost in thought, they traversed the rugged, winding mountain road, impassable by horse-drawn carriage, and successfully reached the Village below before sunset.

The two sisters held hands and walked forward along the path they remembered.

As night fell, villagers who had worked all day began to return to the village one after another. Often, someone would recognize them and happily go up to exchange a few words with them.

that's all.

They walked and stopped frequently, and it took them quite a while to finally get home.

Fetching water, sweeping, tidying the room... Lillian and Leah worked for almost half an hour before they could barely make a habitable room. Her gaze swept over her sister's cat-like face, and she couldn't help but laugh:

Go wash up quickly.

"After you've washed up, come with me to visit Thatcher."

--This is their neighbor, one of the oldest and most respected elders in the village.

While Lillian was still struggling to establish herself in Trier, it was this friend, who had a good relationship with their grandmother, who took care of young Leah.

She left with her younger sister a few years ago.

"Okay!" Leah, who hadn't been very happy since returning here, rarely showed any genuine joy. She nodded readily and ran outside.

She had no attachment to the village, but she missed the kind old man who had treated her so well.

In fact, this is also why Lillian was able to persuade her to come back.

A moment later, the two sisters washed their faces, changed their clothes, and, carrying an oil lamp, left their home and headed towards another wooden building a few meters away.

"Grandma Thatcher!" Leah called out to the old woman who was cooling off at the door.

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman squinted at them for a long time, then asked with a hint of surprise, "Lillian? Little Leah?" "It's me," Leah replied crisply, and quickly walked over.

After looking at the little girl with loving eyes for a while, Mrs. Thatcher smiled and said, "The little girl has grown up to be very beautiful."

"It's good that you don't live in the village for long."

"Otherwise, if you're two years older, you'll probably be the 'Spring Elf ' every year, and all the other little girls will be crying."

As she spoke, she looked at Lillian.

The two exchanged a glance, and the old Mrs. Thatcher immediately said, "Oh, right, little Leah, go inside and get your favorite candy."

"Knowing you were coming back, I specially had someone bring it back from outside."