"Alright Waliz, next ti for sure, Waliz."
Molli’er responded emotionlessly.
The handso young man with many golden patterns on his face and orange-red hair mixed with golden strands helplessly shook his head. He didn’t say anything more, just casually took out an object and showed it to Molli’er.
It was a semi-transparent Crystal Ball, filled with a large amount of black smoke inside, and the black smoke occasionally transford into the painful and twisted face of a man.
If Ronan were here, he might recognize that the soul sealed within the Crystal Ball was identical to that of the purple-haired middle-aged Wizard from the Resurrection Society who had chased him and burned down the entire Hor Blue Town with fire.
Upon seeing the man’s face, two sharp glints burst from Molli’er’s beautiful eyes, soon followed by a frown, and she couldn’t help but ask: "What about the other one? That damned one wearing the Abyss Demon Armor from the Resurrection Society, a Level 5?"
"Unfortunately, Molli’er."
The handso young man shook his head and said, "I was a bit careless, let that little guy slip away, only barely managed to leave behind his arm..."
"You are really useless, Waliz."
Molli’er glared at the handso young man in front of her, angrily saying, "It’s precisely because you are always like this, those people simply don’t take us seriously... If Phoenix’s glory hadn’t fallen, Vivian wouldn’t have died!"
Molli’er scread hysterically, finally letting all the emotions suppressed deep within her heart erupt completely.
Golden flas burst forth from her body, instantly turning the surrounding grass, air, and the fallen horses on the ground into charred black.
Molli’er’s eyes also turned a bewitching golden-red, emitting an ancient and noble aura, behind her a faint illusion of feathered regalia ford...
Seeing Molli’er about to lose control, the thin Fire Elent Free Energy Particles in the air instantly gathered, forming a huge and dazzling ring of fire, suddenly at this mont, a more powerful and majestic invisible force appeared.
A sound like "Whoosh—" extinguished all the illusions.
"I’m sorry, Molli’er."
The handso young man spread his arms and gently embraced Molli’er in his arms, the gold flas licking and flickering on his neck and cheeks, yet unable to harm him, his eyes filled with deep remorse.
"I didn’t realize this would affect you so much... I am willing to make ands for my mistakes..."
"I know a few hidden bases of the Resurrection Society, are you interested in coming with for a visit?"
After a long silence, a muffled light "Mmm" sound ca from within his arms.
A relieved expression instantly appeared on the handso young man’s face.
He released his arms, slightly bent down, and looked tenderly at Molli’er in front of him.
"It seems this incident isn’t entirely bad, your Bloodline is almost awakened close to my level..."
"Ti really flies, I still rember the first ti I saw you, you were lying in ner’s arms, just a small baby..."
The handso young man’s words seed to remind Molli’er of sothing, her eyes slightly moved, but quickly covered up.
"Enough Waliz, sotis you really sound like a naggy old woman.."
Molli’er avoided the handso young man’s attempt to touch her cheek, coldly saying, "When do we leave? If you want to not feel so terrible, better make it quick."
The handso young man sighed helplessly yet affectionately, then restored a calm expression, his gaze turning in the direction behind Molli’er.
He lifted a finger, a faint golden fla silently ignited at his fingertip.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Molli’er felt the cold intent coming from the handso young man and hurriedly spoke up with a change in her eye expression.
"To erase your existence in this place, right? And that guy who has ford a Coexistence Contract with you for a while..."
The handso young man looked at Molli’er sowhat perplexedly, frowning, "I sll the odor of rotten snow on you, I think you must have had enough... my poor Molly, you have really suffered.."
"No! Don’t!"
Molli’er pressed down the handso young man’s finger, "I an at least not now.."
She took a deep breath, quickly saying, "This guy is so annoying, I want to kill him myself. But not now, I still need to go back and think about so interesting ways to tornt..."
Under the handso young man’s astonished and puzzled gaze, Molli’er feigned an air of nonchalance.
After a long ti, the handso young man finally slowly lowered his hand, opting to compromise.
"Alright. I’ll listen to you."
Upon hearing this, Molli’er let out a long sigh of relief.
She hurried forward, constantly urging, "Hurry up, Waliz! I really hate your dawdling personality..."
Instead of watching Molli’er’s bustling figure walking forward and also glimpsing in the direction she ca, he shook his head, finally transforming into a burst of free-floating fire, enveloping Molli’er, and disappeared into thin air.
The place returned to tranquility, except for a patch of scorched earth on the ground, as if nothing had happened.
...
"Ding—"
The sound, crisp like the best Crystal Ball clinking.
Ronan slowly opened his eyes, awakening from a deep ditation.
At this mont, in his Consciousness Space, there were precisely nine pale golden, diamond-like Spiritual Power Crystals shining brightly.
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