The direction that Pandora pointed to was the direction of the town after leaving the Black Sacred Mountain Kingdom, and after determining this, Richard did not hesitate to ride back the same way.

On the way back, compared to before, there were no troubles, and it was extremely smooth - no wild beasts, traps, broken bridges, large hogweed, and other messy things.

Therefore, in one day, it was enough to complete the distance that had been completed in the previous two days.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

Little by little, the light of the day converged from the west, and the dark night slowly rose from the east like a tide, and the water carried many shining shells—the bright stars in the starry sky.

"Da Da Da ......"

On a remote road, Richard traveled from far to near.

After a day and a night of riding, the horses under Richard's crotch were overwhelmed, even if they had rested for a long time and were fed very expensive concentrates, they had reached their physiological limits.

I saw that the horse's entire body hair was wet with sweat, and white vapor was constantly spewing out from the nostrils, and at the same time making a "fluttering" sound.

Richard drew a whip with a blank face, and the horse sped up a few paces in pain, and then his whole body collapsed, and he fell like a mountain on the side of the road—and died suddenly.

The moment the horse fell, Richard raised his eyebrows and reacted quickly. The No. 1 ring in his hand activated, and the "Light Spirit of the Wind" spell was released, and the air gathered and wrapped around the body, jumping up from the horse's corpse, sliding out of the air for some distance, and landing gently.

Turning around and glancing at the dead horses, Richard looked a little regretful, but not surprised—he had thought about this result as he drove the horses along the way.

Actually, the situation should be the best - although the horse is dead, he is where he wants to be.

Turning around, Richard looked to the side of the road.

On the side of the road, a tree with almost withered leaves grew, looking very pitiful, this was the place where he had first seen a white crow. It's about a day's walk from the previous town. If the guess is correct, the special place that the clown said should be here.

But—

Richard frowned slightly, looked at the trees, and saw that there were no white crows on the bare branches. Looking around, it was also quiet, and there was nothing special.

Thinking wrong?

Richard frowned deeply, and couldn't help but think.

As a result, in a pile of withered yellow grass next to him, there was a "bang", and a figure stood up, who else would it be if it wasn't a clown!

"Mr. Clown!" Richard immediately looked at the clown and shouted.

"Ha, passer-by!" replied the clown, laughing, with a little appreciation, "you have found this place so quickly, it seems that my gift must be given to you." ”

"I'm here more than a gift because I want an answer. Richard looked into the clown's eyes under his mask and said quickly.

"Even, what is the answer?" asked the clown, slightly curious.

"Whew-" Richard took a deep breath and pointed to everything around him, "That's ...... Is the whole world real now, and what is the illusion you set up for me along the way?"

"Hah!" the clown laughed again when he heard this, and waved his hand as if to soothe, "Passerby, don't worry, I can assure you that where you are now is in the real world."

I understand how you feel when you discover some of the 'truths' - full of confusion, wondering what you have been experiencing, thinking that it is an illusion, but it is much more real than a fantasy. In fact, what you experience is not an illusion, it is a higher existence than an illusion. ”

"A being higher than the illusion?

"The world of the mind. The clown spoke.

"The world of the mind?" Richard wondered.

"Yes, the spiritual world. The clown nodded, "I won't tell you if it's superfluous, you just need to understand that this method is very complicated, and not many people in the whole world can, that's fine." Actually, I wouldn't have done it to you if it weren't for the test.

You don't have to worry about encountering similar means in the future, because this method is not too aggressive, but more of a special use. It is its special use that has allowed me and my fellow Fellows of my organization to survive the Catastrophe and to allow me to speak to you here. At the end, the clown's voice was slightly sad.

Then the clown changed his tone: "Alright, let's give you the gift, and then let's say a real goodbye." Passers-by, it's all up to you in the future, come on!"

As the words fell, the clown's figure twisted, turning into a white crow under Richard's gaze, spreading its wings and flying into the air, quickly disappearing.

And that's it? What about the gifts?

Richard couldn't help but think in his heart that although he didn't covet gifts that he didn't know what they were, the Joker still felt a little inexplicable by doing this.

As he was thinking this, he heard a sharp sound of breaking wind above his head.

Well?

Richard looked up and saw the white crow transformed into the clown disappearing into the sky, and a black dot fell rapidly, faster and faster, and finally with a "whoosh", stuck in the dirt.

It's -

Richard looked down and squinted at what had fallen, and saw that it was the feather of a white crow.

Is this what a gift is called?

Richard raised his eyebrows, reached out and pulled the feather out of the dirt, and then his eyes flashed, and he noticed that the feather was special.

The feathers are not ordinary crow feathers at all, first of all, they are not light at all, they are heavy and heavy, and secondly, they are soft and tough to the touch, and they are difficult to break. If you look closely at the surface of the feathers, you don't know if it's an illusion, but you can see an extremely faint glow.

Although it is unclear what the white crow's feather is for, it is clear that it is an extremely unusual thing.

With his eyes fixed, Richard took the feather into his bosom and looked into the distance, thinking about the current situation.

In order to figure out the Joker's "psychic vision", he spent a day and a night, and instead of taking half a step forward, he returned to the place he had been three days ago, and exhausted his mount and horse to death.

So what's next?

Walking on two legs?

Or, why don't you just hike back to the Black Sacred Mountain Kingdom first, buy a new horse in the border town of the Black Sacred Mountain Kingdom, and then start again? After all, sharpening knives is not wrong for woodcutters.

While thinking like this, Richard suddenly heard the sound of many horses and carriages, and when he heard the sounds, he saw a large convoy moving fast in the night.

"Hmm, what kind of convoy would be rushing overnight?" Richard thought suspiciously, standing on the side of the road and watching the convoy slowly approach, and then looked at the two men in a carriage at the front of the convoy.

After a brief silence, Richard spoke up, "Captain Bard, and Harvey?"

"Are you Mr. Richard?"

"Richard?!"

Two voices of surprise responded quickly.

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