Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 43 "Ahead of the Gold Ink"

Step by step following, Iloania followed Gailes and spoke many times. Though almost all of his words were ignored. Iloania saw a cottage house in the middle of a snowy forest. The cottage house was built with straw and bamboo, when you see it, there is a strange atmosphere there. Not a bad atmosphere, but there was just a little warmth there.

"Sister, what is this place?" Ask Iloania.

Gailes ignored Iloania again and again. Opening the door, and letting Iloania in followed him though hesitated a little, whether he might enter or not. Looking at Gailes who let him, Iloania pressed her shoulders, and looked around her. There were some people in that room. The room contained only two long benches and one single seat at the end, as well as one table in the middle. One door was located in the corner of the room, next to a small window without glass, and made of woven bamboo.

A grown man sits on a bench, lined with a pink girly girl whom Iloania believes is the same age as her. Opposite him, there was a young man with a brown mane. He looked strong and looked like he was not a good person.

The girl stood up and hid herself beside Gailes who was standing inside her. "Who are you?"

"Me?" Beo Iloanian.

The girl nodded, waiting for Iloania to answer. "Look, just call it that. That you?"

"Merina's." The answer.

Iloania beads sparkling. "You're so sweet~ How do you tie your hair so?"

The girl smiled and approached Iloania. "You're also very pretty. Let's sit there,"

He took Iloania to sit on an empty bench. And quickly interact like a child who is close friends.

"Gail, who's the kid?" The grown man asked.

Gailes was silent for two seconds, to sit on a single bench. "Of course."

The young man across from Iloania looked at him. His gaze made Iloania sober, and turned her head with a paper-thin smile. "How did you get in this village?"

"just coincidental. And now, I'm curious about this village. What's in this village?" Ask.

Iloania continued, "I don't know so much. But, I've heard a story about the Ghost Man of Kavele Village. Is this Kavele village?"

Hearing that, the atmosphere seemed to become even stranger. And Iloania, couldn't help raising one eyebrow. It seems like what happened in this village, in this region, is worse than he thought. Outside of this city, Iloania had heard some rumors about what was happening in a village, in the town of Reebet. The village is haunted by evil spirits, who often kidnap people and possess their bodies. Turned him into a monster. He said many people had already been victims, and therefore the people who originally lived in the big city fled, and isolated the city from the outside world. They were so afraid, if only they were the next victims. He said also, those who are kidnapped can be very dangerous monsters, and it is troublesome, can be killed with magic.

But, looking at their whereabouts, Iloania pondered a little. In this world, there is no such thing as evil spirits. Moreover, one can possess humans and kidnap them. The only thing is that the spirit is infected with hatred and becomes evil. However, demon spirits only inhabit one region with a small scope, and will usually only disturb humans when humans accidentally or even accidentally enter their territory. However, they do not kidnap people outside their territory. And after all, if it was a demon spirit, Fleia should be able to sense its energy.

Everything was silent, and Iloania reopened her lips. "Isn't there .. black magic here?"

They react a little. The girl next to him was astonished, the adult man was also a little surprised and the big young man narrowed his pupils. Merina grabbed onto Iloania's arm and squeezed it out softly, not strong. Ask a little confused there.

"What .. what is black magic? Aren't they infected by evil monsters?" Ask.

"You know, if there are two kinds of witches in this world. One who uses magic energy from within oneself with its enhancement through meditation on nature. And the other one, increasing the magic by taking the other magic magic energy core. The second type has a different kind of magic. It was black magic, which had hatred and anger as well as bad things that existed in the world. Used, in a completely wrong way. Actually, there is a story about the formation of this group. Including in the god wars thousands of years ago. But in short, this is a bad thing."

Iloania was pretty sure. The black thread that tied around the neck, hands and feet of the woman he was fighting with earlier, was something he had seen, when his teacher was fighting with a group of black magicians. And undeniably, there was a little strangeness that slipped in his mind.

If it was a group or someone of black magic users, what was it doing with the kidnapped people. Or perhaps, what was the reason for it to make everyone in the city go and isolate this place?

Iloania looked at him wordlessly and painted a smile. "Well, neither does it matter. I'm just telling you, what I know. Uncle can confirm it himself. Actually, there's no point in me telling you about this either."

"How's it?" And again, Iloania smiled faintly.

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Little Iloania stepped through the giant forest in front of her. Each step, was a glittering rock that radiated warmth. Like an elongated crystal, it was a pleasant soft green color. Iloania looked ahead, and found a treehouse building in one big tree. Slightly hidden, it bears fruit from wooden planks and circular staircases, and is covered with the tendrils of flowering green plants. There was a soft light from within.

"Vleia, did the teacher leave a book about black magic?" He asked, at the figure of the boy walking beside him without a trace of sound.

Fleia frowned, seemingly thinking. "Looks, any?"

Seeing the uncertainty of Vleia, Iloania did not question him anymore. Walk in the same rhythm as the old-looking treehouse, to see the appearance of a reading room with many ancient books and old parchments neatly arranged on a shelf.

"Ah. This scent," in a split second, Iloania's gaze dimmed.

Without emotion, deep and unable to reflect his soul in one glance. But beside him, Fleia clearly saw the change in that split second count, without being missed. Fleia stretched out her hand, touching the top of Iloania's head.

"Ilo," call him.

Iloania smile rises. It spread with a soft light that greeted him. "It's okay. I'll look for him now. If you're sleepy, just sleep."

Vleia nodded and sat herself on an old wooden table with ink and some yellow paper on it. While Iloania, having turned her back and facing the shelf, looked for something she needed among thousands of books. His hand went down the edge of the table, there was a speck of dust there, but Fleia did not mind it. His hand opened the desk drawer, to find a small box neatly stored there. Putting it on the table without a sound, Vleia opened it. Finding a charming glass brush with the tip is a brush of silver thread that is soft and shiny under the light.

There was something engraved into the brush's grip. Delt Loxel.

His hand stroked her with a paper-thin smile. Before his hand stopped, when he saw something tucked behind the brush holder. When Fleia opened it, it was a sheet of paper inscribed with a series of beautiful curved letters worn with sparkling gold ink. Fleia knew, it was eternal ink. Reading word for word in it, Vleia could not narrow her pupils and tighten her lips.

[] When the first star shone, when the luna and the sun were fused in an indescribable pseudo-ring in eternity, a cry called upon a highest hill in the forest without any real life. The voice echoed with touching and supreme clarity impeccably, "Old shall there come a time when we return." With no breath and heartbeats heard, aside from the crystal swath above the dry earth grass.

It was a handwriting that actually stuck to his memory. And the handwriting, made him stare at Iloania without a word spoken.

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