Chapter 61

"Sorry, sorry."

Looking at Elroy on the ground, Roland Hill scattered the long spear of magic power, and then squatted down. As the brilliance flowed, he gently wiped the wound with his fingers, and then helped to wipe off the blood on his face, leaving a white Unmarked forehead.

When it comes to healing effects, the best ones are angels, demons, nature, and three sequences, but the emphasis is different.

After the wound on her forehead was healed, Roland Hill pulled the girl up and comforted her, and then Elroy stopped crying.

"It's really good." Looking at the small mirror in her hand, the face inside was still as flawless as before, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Roland Hill a little embarrassed.

"Thank you sister."

After a brief exchange of words, he saw that Roland Hill was about to play the next game, so he left the underground battle room like a trot.

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The battles that followed were not so exaggerated. Many of them were freshmen who had just learned to fight with wooden swords and knives. Although their swordsmanship practice was good, they were still within the range of ordinary people’s cognition.

The two wooden swords fought back and forth on the ground. After a minute of going back and forth, one wooden sword was picked up, and the referee declared the winner.

Loren Hill slowly retracted the wooden sword that was stretched out, and the other party nodded his head in a convincing manner.

"Although you are a girl, your swordsmanship is very good. Thank you for your guidance. I will continue to work hard."

This boy was from outside the class, and this was the first time he met Roland Hill. He was a little surprised by his appearance, but he despised his strength, because most of the good-looking noble ladies were vases. But after this competition, the more he fought, the more frightened he became. In the end, he was asked a few words by the other party. Although he failed, he really convinced him.

After he finished speaking, he slowly left the stage and left, and today's battle with Roland Hill was over.

The mode of the preliminary round is to fight five times according to the table, and only four wins can advance. Loren Hill naturally won all five games and advanced safely.

When I left the battle room and returned to the dormitory, it was already relatively late. The lonely moonlight hung in the sky, and there was no starlight.

When Lorraine Hill opened the door, several other roommates had already fallen asleep. After she finished washing, she did not turn on the lights, and walked to the desk in the central hall, where she was leaning against the window and could see the sporadic and quiet night scene outside.

After taking a shower, her hair was still a little wet. She leaned on the wooden chair quietly, pushed open the window, and let the night wind slowly blow her long hair. While everyone fell asleep, Roland Hill let herself The color of her hair returned to silver, and she was bathed in the cold moonlight.

After entering Emenas, I inevitably met a lot of people. Many of them were very good and very fresh at first, but after the prosperity, I wanted to stay alone for a while.

I feel that my character is a bit awkward, Roland Hill thought.

I want to be lively when I am alone, and I want to be quiet when I am alone. Being called a great sage, I was very excited at first, but later I thought how could I be respected by so many people. So much so that he was a little afraid to see Pullman, for fear that he would not be able to support their hopes. The sage that everyone admires is not mature and stable, just a girl who is not deep in the world.

She is not as strong as everyone thinks, and sometimes makes mistakes, sometimes wants to be lazy, and sometimes feels inexplicable guilt. Because I didn't do it well enough, everyone suffered a lot, and it was also at the Carrites Chamber of Commerce. If I took action earlier and the cultivation progress could be faster, there would not be so many sacrifices. But no one in the chamber of commerce blamed her, but thanked her very much, perhaps taking advantage of her appearance.

If you are not a witch, and your appearance is very ordinary, will you take another path, an ordinary girl, living alone in the forest, occasionally taking some fruits and woven cloths she grows to exchange with the surrounding villages Order something, and sometimes ask the hunter to help you sweep away the monsters around you.

I lived alone like this, occasionally reading a book, writing something, and then slowly getting old, called an old woman, and finally died peacefully in a hospital bed.

This kind of life is actually not bad, it is exactly what she expected in her previous life, but unfortunately it was the other side that was difficult to reach in her previous life.

All kinds of life, like invisible shackles and shackles, entangle you and keep moving forward, unable to stop the hasty pace. People around you are urging you to work hard, because this is a critical moment, you need to get good grades in these years, get into a good university, find a good job, make a lot of money, and then find the right person Objects, marriage, childbirth, child-rearing, counseling, work, career, support, etc.

Although reason and the people around me tell me that this is right, but when the night is quiet, my inner emotions will grow like weeds on a barren mountain, and depression is like a dark cloud trapped in a box, rolling constantly, but there is nowhere to go Express and speak.

I didn't come into this world for these things.

When she/he was running on the field as a child, what she/he longed for was not to be such an adult.

Life should not be like this, it should be more colorful. Like the clear wind blowing over the hills, the leaves rustling in the sun, the colorful kites flying in the sky.

Maybe I was destined to disappoint those people, I was not what they expected.

She doesn't want to completely obey the system's tasks and become a marionette under its control, and she doesn't want to go to their realm as arranged by those witches, and she doesn't even want to play multiple identities sometimes, because it's dishonest to everyone.

Lacey is just her pseudonym, she is not the orthodox eldest lady of the Karites Chamber of Commerce, nor the profound sage that people expect, nor does she want to.

Become the witch that people speak of in awe and fear.

She is not Lorraine, not Rochelle, not Lacey, just a silver-haired girl who longs for a peaceful and leisurely life.

This is her only essence after stripping away all that was imposed on her from the outside world.

She will walk in the world with kindness and curiosity, and help some people with kindness to make the world a better place, but she will not bind herself because of her momentary acts of kindness. If someone tried to force her to do something she didn't like, she would overturn the table by herself.

Because the life she longs for is like the wind, free and unrestrained, like a clear sky. It's not just her character, but the origin of her talent.

After trying to understand some things, Loren Hill sat by the window sill and tapped the window sill slowly with his fingers, humming the tune in his memory softly.

[Being able to become so strong is something I have never imagined in my life

....

[Retrieve what you once had

[Now I'm alone

[Heads up

[no matter how violent

[Wind and rain block me on the road, I will not give up

.....

[Don't let me live your way, I refuse

Just as Lorraine Hill sang softly, the bedroom door opened, and she quickly changed her hair color back in fright.

"Lorraine? You haven't slept yet."

"Well, thinking about something."

"It's rare, what are you thinking, will Lorraine also have troubles?" Lettis asked curiously.

"Yes, but now I want to understand."

"what is it then?"

"Do what you like and don't do what you don't like."

"Aha, isn't that for granted?"

"Yes, but I sometimes forget such a simple truth."

System task? I will do it, but I will also try to find out what your purpose is and the truth of my rebirth. If it doesn't satisfy me, I don't mind tearing you up. With the improvement of the sequence level, Roland Hill has been able to vaguely sense the existence of the system. Since he can perceive it, there is the possibility of destruction.