1303 Harvest 2

Under the long skirt are the toes painted with cardamom.

The white and slender toes with this bright red cardamom attracted Raymond's attention and he noticed something different.

"Why aren't you wearing your riding boots?"

The atmosphere was very wrong, so Raymond was just making small talk. But the girl Becky, who had been hanging her head and full of resentment before, burst into laughter. When she raised her head, although there were still tears in her eyes, there was a little smile in her pupils, and a barely perceptible gratitude.

But the smile on her face quickly disappeared, and she frowned and wanted to explain.

But Raymond, who felt that the atmosphere had eased, did not give her a chance to speak, but handed the purple-red sphere and the purple-black scroll in his hand to her and asked. "What is the breath exuding from this scroll?"

The little mouth was slightly open with distress in her expression. The girl Becky was slightly annoyed that what she wanted to say was blocked, but after hesitating, she sighed secretly and frowned to explain. "This scroll is a precious artifact called 'Destiny Record'. It was written and recorded by the ancient wizards with the blood of each member before going on an expedition. Therefore, the longer it is preserved, the heavier the breath it contains. It is an extremely rare nourishment for pure spiritual bodies!"

Raymond unfolded the scroll that had been rolled up. The purple-black names on it were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the scroll was soaked in hot water. Except for the name of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, all the names were fading and disappearing rapidly.

The entire scroll was nearly two meters long when unfolded, and the extremely thin parchment was like transparent. So when most of the names faded and faded, the purple-black name of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, at the front was particularly conspicuous.

Raymond, who held the scroll and carefully felt the bloody and murderous aura inside, which was no longer strong, saw that most of the names became difficult to recognize with the naked eye after a while. Only the name of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, still showed no signs of fading as before.

Raymond turned his head and cast a doubtful look at the girl Becky, but before he could ask, the girl Becky gave the answer directly. "Silas should not be dead yet, otherwise his name should fade and disappear completely."

"Not dead? How is that possible!"

Raymond's surprised question made the girl Becky curl her lips and look a little contemptuous, and immediately sarcastically said. "That's an old monster whose strength has reached the peak of the eighth level. Do you think he will die so easily?"

Raymond, whose own strength has only reached the dawn level, has no ability to refute or question such ridicule, so he can only continue to wait for explanation.

Seeing this, the girl Becky muttered something. After thinking for a while, she continued. "Since the name of the desert lord Silas on the fate scroll has not faded, there must be fragments or seeds of his soul somewhere else!"

But the girl Becky's extremely affirmative tone made Raymond's expression more suspicious. But the girl Becky, who had been paying attention to him, paused and continued. "And since he was able to reach the peak of the eighth level, the residual soul under the emblem in this temple can survive for so long, so it is obvious that he had a backup plan back then, so he should have a way to revive himself!"

Raymond still didn't believe it after hearing this. But before the war of destruction, the desert lord Silas left a way out for the one-eyed sand man Shaliman. So it is understandable that he left room for himself.

And then the girl Becky pointed to the scroll and told Raymond that because this kind of life record is extremely difficult to make, the name of the desert lord Silas on it can be regarded as his life mark. If the name on it fades and disappears one day, it will truly represent his death.

Listening to the explanation of the girl Becky, at this time, except for the name of the desert lord Silas, all other names on the unfolded scroll have completely disappeared. Only the traces left by the original name can be barely seen, but it is impossible to recognize what is written.

But Raymond, who was increasingly confused, put the scroll away. After thinking about it, he asked the girl Becky. "Becky, you claimed before that you were an ordinary girl born beside a forest, but how do you know what you just said?"

There was no panic between her eyebrows, but the distressed girl Becky got angry in vain. "It's the memories contained in the stream! Although it is extremely messy and numerous, every day I feel that a lot of memories are forced into my head. I can't do it even if I don't want to. I'm so annoyed!"

Raymond took out the picture of the girl by the stream from the storage ring and re-examined it in front of the girl Becky.

Except for the lack of the silhouette of the girl by the stream, there is no obvious change in the whole picture, but the stream seems to have become clearer.

When Raymond's mental power penetrated for inspection, he noticed that the residual souls of the monsters originally accumulated at the bottom of the stream became very few, but in the stream flowing from the forest, there were strands of inexplicable water flowing rapidly in the stream.

Seeing that Raymond took out the picture of the girl by the stream for examination, Becky, who pursed her lips and had a gloomy face, threw herself into it as if she was angry after he finished the examination. However, Becky, who appeared by the stream, turned her body towards the direction of the forest, so that Raymond could only see her thin and desolate back.

Knowing that the conversation just now made her a little angry, Raymond sighed and thought for a moment before putting the girl's streamside picture back, and took out the black compass obtained from the temple and began to check.

The compass with a diameter of only a dozen centimeters was very thin, but there were dense carvings on the front.

The material that was neither gold, stone, nor wood was extremely heavy, and there was no energy fluctuation like an ordinary compass.

But when Raymond immersed his mental power in it, he soon noticed that an extremely powerful mental power was entrenched in it, and after discovering his mental power, it roared and tried to attack his mental power.

Raymond, who was prepared to be hit, immediately stopped the infiltration, but after this extremely powerful mental power approached, it just kept roaring in a bluffing manner, but did not attack at all.

After a confrontation for a while, Raymond, who felt the same aura as Silas, the Lord of the Desert, began to push his mental power forward, while the powerful aura that was roaring and ready to pounce kept retreating until it retracted into the core of the compass.

Raymond, who understood that this was the spirit of the magic weapon, was relieved.

The compass, which was hidden in the bluestone and covered the aura of the entire temple, was obviously in a state of energy deficiency due to time, so it became weak.

Although the spirit of the compass was extremely weak, Silas, the Lord of the Desert, who injected it into it, was far more powerful than Raymond, so after trying several times, he found that although he could suppress the spirit for a short time, he could not make it truly surrender.

Raymond, who took back his mental power, was a little helpless. This seemingly ordinary magic weapon actually had a spirit. Although it increased the power of the magic weapon by several levels, it became useless to him at the moment.

But since it was already in hand, there would always be a way to subdue it, so Raymond, who no longer hesitated, sealed the black compass and put it away.

Not far away, the one-eyed sandman Shaliman, who had stopped crying, stared at the collapsed sand dunes in front of him with a dull expression, without saying a word.

Raymond, who didn't know what kind of relationship Shaliman had with the desert lord Silas, came to it and sat cross-legged, accompanying it until the sunset and the moon rose.

Staring blankly at the location where the temple was originally located, it was unknown how long it took before the one-eyed sandman Shaliman spoke. "Lord Raymond, is my master dead?"

Thinking of the fate record mentioned by the girl Becky before, Raymond thought about it before answering. "I can't say for sure. Only when you can integrate the memory seed, maybe you will know the truth of the facts..." (To be continued..)