If the trail is popular when you go up the mountain, but it happens to be a beautiful woman in front of you, then the boring journey will definitely become much more interesting.

Although the environment here is good, it will get tired after watching it for a long time, but with Olivia leading the way in front, the two chatted with each other, and soon came to the top of the mountain.

The branches of the large trees on the top of the hill were luxuriant, and the branches that grew uncontrollably covered the entire house behind it, and some of them hung down, as if adding a natural barrier to the room.

But there were so many branches that Roger couldn't see the whole house, and there was even a strange feeling in his heart, those branches seemed to have been specially pruned, and they actually wrapped the whole house, even the doors and windows.

But Olivia didn't go straight to the house, but went under the tree, pressed her palm on the bark, and the faint light flickered.

The next moment, in the direction of Roger and the others, a part of the entire trunk of the tree recessed downward, and then a green light door appeared.

Olivia stepped forward and took the initiative to step into the light gate, and Roger did not hesitate to step into it.

The warm streamer slid through his body, and a kind of soul enjoyment rose spontaneously, and the next second Roger found himself seemingly crossing a spatial barrier and appearing in a room that occupied an area of nearly 100 square meters.

"Space movement?"

No, this is the world of the soul, and the rules of reality may not apply, Roger suddenly realized the problem.

He appeared as if out of thin air, in the middle of the room, surrounded by several open windows and a breeze blowing, and Roger turned sideways to see the sky and the ocean in the distance through the windows.

"We went straight into that room?"

Roger asked, a little confused, but soon he realized something, and turned sharply, and there was an open space behind him, and he saw a fireplace built against the wall.

Inside, the fire was blazing, the wood was crackling, and in front of the fire were a few wooden chairs, and there was a figure with his back to Roger, as if fiddling with something on the small table in front of the fire.

Roger didn't speak rashly, he and Olivia entered the green door of light one after the other, but the room in front of him was only him, the figure who was busy in front of the fire......

"Don't worry, it was my idea, I think it's better for us to have a meeting with no one to disturb us."

The busy figure turned his head, and Roger saw her clearly, it was an old woman in her sixties, with a wrinkled face and eyes as blue as the sea.

She looked kind and seemingly well-mannered, wearing a green coat that showed only a pair of slightly dry palms.

"Outsiders, please take a seat."

The old lady's gaze seemed to see through everything, and Roger settled down, but went to the fire and sat down opposite the old woman.

"What should I call you?"

"It doesn't matter." The old woman shook her head, "Because this may be the last time we'll see each other, it doesn't matter what you call me. ”

She flipped the upside-down teacup up, picked up the kettle next to it, and poured the emerald green liquid into the cup, which was not filled, at best only about a third of the way in.

"Please taste it, it's a treat as a guest, and it's a rare good thing."

"Thank you!"

Roger nodded, but didn't touch the glass in front of him.

"You are wary of my guests, but trust me, you will understand the value of a glass of water, its sweetness and mellow aroma will be enough for me to taste for a long time."

The heat was steaming, and the smell of non-existent snorted into his nose, Roger didn't care much about it, but seeing the expression on the face of the old woman opposite, he suddenly realized something, and reached out to pick up the water glass on the table.

"What is this?"

"As you can see, just a normal glass of water."

"The only thing that's special is the taste."

"A taste that can be tasted."

"Like I said, sweet and refreshing."

Roger was silent for a moment, then put the glass back on the table, "Is it that everyone will become like this, or is it only the fifth stage of immortals?" ”

Only then did he notice that although everything in front of him seemed extremely real, there was a gap in the darkness that prevented him from blending into his surroundings.

It's like sitting in front of a screen and looking at the wonderful world in the network, where everything is real and everything is false.

"The longer you stay, the more you lose, and if you become an immortal, you lose all your feelings......"

"No, not everything."

"The painful, the dirty, the negative things are retained, but from then on, there is no way to enjoy all the good feelings."

"I don't feel anything but pain."

The old woman's gaze was calm, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her, but Roger could imagine that it was a curse to live if he didn't feel anything good.

"What's the point of losing so much of the immortality you've earned?"

He shook his head and said what he thought.

"Huh."

The old woman smiled, "Isn't it worth it to be able to get immortality with just a little feeling?" ”

"After all, there are some things that can always find a solution, but when you die, there is nothing."

The next moment she suddenly smiled lightly, "Don't talk about such a heavy topic, our discussion is meaningless, because from the beginning of this world, no one can refuse the temptation of immortality." ”

"Not a single one." She repeated it again

"Okay, let's talk about you, shall we?"

"That's why Olivia sent you here."

"Genius or madman?"

"A guy who calls himself the world."

"In my past experience, many of the next parts are actually meaningless, going crazy is almost certain, and what we need to think about now is how to save you?"

"At least tell me the standard, right?"

Roger asked calmly.

"There is no standard, vainly trying to control the power far beyond one's own limit, the only result is soul chaos and madness."

"What you see in that mirror is not you, but the interference in the soul, but the result has been cast, and the perception of self has been set, unless you have the courage to break through and shatter everything you have now."

"Then start over."

"That sounds like it's no different than killing me."

Roger smiled, but the look in his eyes didn't fluctuate much.

"Because no matter what you say, even if you put the so-called results in front of you, I won't believe it."

"What a strange guy."

The old woman chuckled, "In that case, let's start the test officially." ”

With his hands folded, the cups on the table disappeared in an instant, "I hope you can stimulate the soul fire and achieve resonance." ”

"You're in the soul realm now, and what was originally a simple action will change here."

"What you have to do, this is to put the palm of the burning soul power here, and leave the rest to me."

The old woman smiled on the smooth tabletop, but Roger sat there with a blank face.

It wasn't until a long time later that he asked, "What shall I call you?" ”

"As I said, it doesn't matter what the title is, because it's the last time we'll see each other."

"What shall I call you?" Roger repeated.

"Why be so stubborn?"

"A name is just a code name, you can call it whatever you want, you can do it as long as you want."

"You can call it anything?"

Roger smiled, "If I had changed my old self, I wouldn't mind preparing you a few chic titles, but I'm not in the mood to do that now." ”

"Where's Olivia?"

"And who the hell are you?"

He asked.

"You've gone mad, hopeless, we're done talking, go back, and I'll tell Olivia the final result."

"You've missed the only chance to save yourself."

With that, she pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room.

"Get out!"

But Roger didn't get up, he looked around, as if trying to find something out of the ordinary.

At this moment, everything in front of me spread out as if it had been soaked in ink, and a familiar feeling enveloped the whole body.

The next moment he found himself back in the middle of the room again.

The simple costume, the crackling sound of burning firewood, and the blue sky and sea water in the distance can be seen through the windows not far away.

A breeze was blowing, and Roger saw the figure busy in front of the fire.

Green coat, thin body.

The furnishings in the room, the movements of the figure, even the angle of the light are exactly the same.

It was as if he had turned back time, and he was back to the state he had been in when he had just entered the house.

"What's going on?"

"Is this that woman's special ability?"

Roger had a puzzle in his heart.

"But what's the point of her doing that?"

"No...... right"

"Is it because I'm immune to her special abilities?"

"If time falls into a brief cycle, then a person with this ability can almost touch the limit of his ability in this time cycle."

"Find the so-called optimal solution!"

"But why?"

"Why me?"

In the flash of light, dozens of thoughts had flashed through Roger's mind.

"What should I do next?"

Pretend that nothing happened and rehearse it according to the established script, or do I adapt to everything without changing and only adjust when the other person makes a change?

But a person's behavior is completely random, and the same thing happens again, but because of the influence of probability, it may lead to a different outcome......

If that's the case, how do I choose?

"He's setting up the tea set, and he's going to ...... After three seconds, she would turn around. ”

Roger silently counted the time, but just as his attention was extremely focused, a voice sounded from behind him.

"How did you get ahead of me?"

The expression on Roger's face changed suddenly, but he quickly regained his composure and slowly turned his head.

Olivia.

Behind him was Olivia, who had entered the Green Light Gate one step ahead of him.

"Why is she here?"

"Isn't this a time loop?"

But why is the light of the surrounding scene, and even the woman's movements, the same as the previous memory?

Is it a disguise shared by the two of them?

"No, it's not going in the right direction."

"Same scene, but in both cases, my body is facing the exact opposite."

Roger's mind was in a mess, but there was still a smile on his face, and he didn't explain anything.

Sure enough, Olivia didn't ask much, but walked past Roger and went straight to the stove.

"Teacher, Roger has arrived."

"Let's sit together."

A warm but not old voice sounded.

The woman turned her head, and Roger saw her clearly.

After just glancing at it, he pretended to bow his head casually, and then walked quickly to the seat in front of the fire.

The emerald green liquid was poured into the cup, only this time it was three empty cups on top.

Olivia had a hint of joy on her face, and she couldn't wait to pick up the cup and drink the liquid inside.

"Every time I come here, what I look forward to the most is this link, and you are very generous today, almost half of it."

After a while, she noticed that Roger hadn't touched the water glass on the table, "Aren't you going to try it?" ”

"Or do you think there's something added to it?"

Olivia frowned, the emotion in her words could be heard by anyone.

But Roger was still unmoved, he just smiled and casually explained, "A qualified alchemist will not taste anything without understanding the properties of the condition item. ”

"Everything we do, no matter whenever, wherever we are, needs complete data to support it."

"Are you sure you don't want to drink it?"

Roger nodded.

"Then it's mine." Olivia unceremoniously picked up the cup in front of Roger and drank it down.

She moves extremely fast, as if afraid that someone will stop it.

"I'll tell you what's in it when I get back."

"Trust me, this is the worst decision you've ever made."

"The teacher has very few guests, and you shouldn't have a chance to visit next time, so you're missing out on a world."

"Alright, so be it, we should hurry up and solve the problem of this Mister Roger, after all, this place, the longer we stay, the more boring it will be."

"It's done as soon as possible, it's good for all of you."

"Comparatively speaking, I prefer the favorable answer, clear and firm in his convictions, if alchemy is all he has, but it is not impossible to exaggerate and call himself the world."

The same look, but with a slight difference in the tone of his voice, Roger was focused, and he had to try to keep himself from revealing any flaws.

"What should I do?"

"Or rather, what is the so-called standard?"

Roger asked again.

"It's simple, you don't have to do anything, just stay in this house for three days."

"Those who are crazy are misled by the misinformation in the mirror, and these mistakes come from the dark side of the soul, and these unknowns are corrupting your soul all the time."

"But because they don't come from the heart, but from the outside world, as long as they are cut off from each other, they can find the clues in a short time."

"So you don't need to do anything, stay here and be patient, time will tell."

"It sounds simple, I have faith in myself."

Roger said casually, and then asked the question that he had been preparing for a long time, pretending to be nonchalant.

"So, what shall I call you?"

"You can call me Tristrimi." The old woman smiled.

"Of course, you can also follow the so-called rules and call me the title I received when I entered the fifth stage."

"Gold of Destiny."

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