"Boom."

After having a clear goal, Owen’s broken body burst out of Power Six, which appeared to be much stronger. Even the rock walls of the Plane of Shadow could not withstand the continuous attacks of that thin claw, so it only took a few. Seconds. The bare rocky hill was dug out a huge hole by the old mage, and the "inscription sage" covered in blood and dust also jumped out of the hole?

"Soup... is my favorite vegetable soup... I knew it, mentor, you were the best to me..."

Owen, who was immersed in his childhood memories, no longer has any sensibility and thinking ability. The only thought that is flooding his mind now is to pursue this sudden taste, and then drink the coveted soup into the mouth, completely forgetting his legend. The strong old mage muttered childlike words while muttering, and, like a hungry beast, carefully distinguished every smell in the air............

Soon, he found the source of the delicious Tao that penetrated into the soul.

"boom"!

Even if he is weak and seriously injured, the legend is still a legend. The old mage just jumped vigorously in place, and his body immediately rushed into a jungle of white trees like a cannonball, and the sweeping air flow emitted a stern whimper. Several straight white trees were torn to pieces by the rampant old man. Now Owen no longer had the concept of "dodge" in his mind. He would only fly to his "prey" in a pure straight line.

And along the way the old mage drove, whether it was a hard rock or a tall white tree, all were destined to be smashed into pieces and scattered.

"Vegetable soup...Vegetable soup...Vegetable soup...Teacher, I have been apart from you for a long time, Owen misses you so much"...

Withered claws scratching through the space, big drops of tears flowed down the old face, in the dim illusion, this legendary strong man who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years once again recalled being treasured by him. The memory in my heart, at this moment, the "inscription sage" is just a helpless little boy. The "food" he is looking for is not just a fresh soup, but the most beautiful thing he has ever had in his heart. Things and life course.

Speaking of it, Owen’s childhood mentor was just a trainee-level mage girl. She had already lost her life because of the exhaustion of her lifespan. I am afraid that the unknown trainee-level girl never thought that the apprentice she taught would become in the future. The legendary legendary powerhouse.

But for the "inscription sage", the "big sister" who sincerely treats herself and spent the most carefree and perfect childhood with her is always the "mentor" she remembers and respects, and is the most in her life. Synonymous with beautiful things, it is the most unforgettable joyful memory deep in the soul.

Because of this, Owen, who was in the illusion and once again felt this memory, was completely unable to restrain his instinctive impulse to pursue beauty...

As a result, as he shuttled through the woodland, letting the broken plants and sand slap his skinny body, Owen's eyes turned red when he saw an orange fresh soup bunny. He cried out because of his memories. The little rabbit, who was quietly staying in the snow-white grass, rushed over viciously.

The blood and tears spattered and spattered by the wound tearing together dyed the grass of the shadow world with a new color, and the embarrassed old mage also fell severely in the pit of nothing.

"Boom!"

After a black dust flew, the unkempt Owen caught nothing...

"Jiji".

The lively soup bunny made a mocking and seductive cry, and then dodged Owen's pounce with a light jump.

The poor "Inscription Sage" is a pure spellcaster after all. He has lost the ability to think and does not have any combatant level and combat experience. He can't even control the most basic physical power, even if the soup rabbit The intelligence and speed of action are completely beyond the legendary level, but...Owen still has no way to capture the deliciousness that is close at hand.

"Chi Chi, Chi Chi".

According to the punk setting, the fresh soup rabbit will not leave immediately when it sees a humanoid creature that is too fast. It will jump around in an area very hard to lure the creature to chase continuously, and then wait to receive notifications. The "hunter" from rushed over, so now seeing the old mage with snot and tears swaying to his feet, the fresh soup bunny even jumped on the spot twice with excitement, and its call became more obvious and louder .

"Vegetables...Vegetable soup, mentor, did you add new spices to the soup? It smells even more delicious"...

Feeling the scent of the magic soup soaked in the soul up close, Owen’s dry eyes were again filled with bitter tears. He dumbfoundedly found the source of the "chicking" sound and delicious breath, and then said to himself in a little boy's tone Whispering to himself, he pounced on the little rabbit again............

"Vegetable soup... I love vegetable soup..."

"Boom!"

"Chi Chi? Chi Chi, Chi Chi"!

"No... don't leave me... I have memorized the words on the fourth list... Tutor, please check it soon..."

"Boom"

"Jiji~~"

"...Aker, Lot, Ancasso...No, it's special...I can't remember..."

"boom"!

Because he has been unable to catch the light and flexible fresh soup bunny, Owen's mood became more anxious and out of control, and his movements became more and more chaotic and unstructured, but the old mage who had no ability to cast spells and jumped up and down all the time just knew Just say a few words of "nonsense" and then jump over at the little rabbit. With such a clumsy capture action, he of course can't catch anything except a handful of dirty dust............

Even until the two convergent figures reached the edge of the woodland silently~lightnovelpub.net~ The poor old mage was still fighting in vain with a fresh soup bunny.

"..."

"Really...really able to seduce Owen? Can the so-called conspiracy at this level be successful these days"?

This was a voice full of surprise and disbelief. Although the exaggerated tone still seemed undecent, the envy contained in it could not be more obvious.

"Low-level? The power of knowledge is far more powerful than the so-called conspiracy! It is not at all low-level."

It was a cold, deep voice, and the tone without emotional fluctuations sounded like a bitter cold wind blowing through a dark jungle.

And with the calm ending of this sentence, a giant hand glowing with blue brilliance also slammed into the "Inscription Sage" who fell into the dust at a speed that surpassed the thunder.

There is no doubt that Owen’s capture of the fresh soup bunny is about to come to an end, because two real hunters have quietly descended under the cover of shadows............