"We found a cave on the cliff of the forest hill, and bet it was some kind of animal's lair. We couldn't settle the dispute, so we climbed in to check it out together, and then..."

Mr. Riddle showed a sad expression, but the memory became smoother:

"Only I survived. The dragon probably thought we were going to steal his things, and chased me for a long distance before being driven away by the witch who lived in the Black Forest. But the witch said, I lured you The giant dragon burned down the forest and forced me to sign a contract. I have to replant a hundred saplings in the forest every year until I die or make up for all the losses. If I don’t go, my soul will always feel burned. Pain...I have replanted this year's share before starting this trip. Next year, the year after, and the year after that, I will continue to do it. This has become my life's responsibility, so I can Remember the experience."

Shade kept his face sullen and refused to express his opinion. Judging from the fifth era witch's dislike of men, Mr. Riddle was only punished to replant saplings every year, which is really a very slight punishment.

Looking at the new cards again, Xia De, who had faint bright marks on his body, looked at the **** across the table. He sat there silently. The card, the chic black-haired witch on the card, stood in front of the temple with a sword.

From the [Dragon Calamity] card, a red light flowed out, and from the second witch's card, a bright white light flowed out.

Not only the red and white, but the black and gold of the first two cards also flowed to more grooves on the table. Finally, the four colors of light pass through dozens of grooves and converge in the center of the tabletop.

The giant dragon roared, surrounded by a large number of evil spirits, and fought with the phantoms of the two witches in the center of the table.

The flames breathed out by the giant dragon forced the witches to work together to resist. But the holy sword in the witch's hand can also cause great damage to dragons and evil spirits.

Curses, dragon flames, curses, holy swords, and all kinds of strange lights and sounds produced scenes that ordinary people could never imagine. Although they are only phantoms, the light effect caused by the extraordinary power has not weakened at all. Just by watching the battle, one can imagine the destructive power.

The battle still lasted for about five minutes, and it was temporarily stopped by Mr. Riddle's side's weak victory.

Mr. Riddle stared at the table with his eyes wide open, while Shade, who was counting the time, restored all the water containers in his pocket from toys to real objects, and then filled them with water with spells:

"Mr. Riddle, I'm leaving temporarily."

The conversation was a bit long, and the twenty minutes were coming to an end. But this is enough, Xia De has already figured out the focus of this time travel.

"What? No, please don't leave me!"

Mr. Riddle immediately stood up in panic, and wanted to grab Shade's hand with a look of astonishment, but saw Shade floating backward away from the stone table in a strange posture.

The candle on the opposite side of the table was extinguished, and half of the room was once again plunged into eerie darkness.

Of course, Mr. Riddle couldn't see it at this time. There was already a white mist behind Xia De calling him to go home.

"When I'm not here, please try your best to recall your past. I will be in another time and space to help you find your experience. Mr. Riddle, your life experience is so interesting."

Xia De waved at the middle-aged man who was a little frightened and frantic at this moment.

"But... please don't leave me! Don't leave me here by myself! Don't leave me to fear!"

Mr. Riddle still wanted to grab Shad's hand, but he missed it, and Shad's figure became transparent.

"Please believe me, Mr. Riddle, I will definitely come back. When I am away, please don't continue to gamble without authorization, and carefully recall your past. That is your life, that is your strength, and memories will help you overcome fear .”

Xia De shouted loudly, half of his body has been engulfed by those white mist:

"May the Father of the Infinite Tree and Mr. Ring..."

His voice and figure disappeared completely together. Mr. Riddle froze there until he saw the water containers left by Shad and confirmed that everything just now was not a hallucination. Toss your head.

He turned to look at the darkness on the other side of the table. He didn't know if there was nothing in the darkness, or the black-robed **** was still sitting there.

The robe rubbed against the wall, and Mr. Riddle walked to the wall in a little loss, and leaned against the wall like those corpses:

"...bless you and me."

He said what Shad didn't finish.

(Mia is running...)

Walked backwards from behind the bedroom door, before the probing cat stretched out its paws, Xia De bent down and picked it up.

The third time travel experience seemed to be simpler than the first two.

There is nothing to do with Xia De that has spanned thousands of years. This experience seems to be simply helping a poor ordinary person.

This is not a difficult task for Xia De. You don't need to think about the impact of the next investigation on yourself, and you don't need to worry about being discovered. All he had to do was investigate the life of the character Sledge Riddle.

Two of the ten grooves have been filled, that is to say, for every four life experiences he finds, he can open the key once. And the eight paragraphs are enough to be called a wonderful life experience, and it is probably enough for him to complete the third mission of the father of the infinite tree.

"But in this way, what is the significance of this mission?"

This is something that Xia De couldn't figure out. In the first mission, the outsider left a fairy tale of a foreign land in the past time and space; in the second mission, he helped the witch with the most important historical status in the fifth era. But this time, no matter how I looked at it, I didn't see any significance to time and space.

"strangeness."

Stroking the cat in his arms, Xia De frowned:

"Could it be that Mr. Sledge Riddle of ~lightnovelpub.net~ also played a significant role in history. But is there a famous man with this name in the Fifth Epoch?"

Spanning over five thousand years, if Sledge Riddle wasn't someone important, the possibility that Shad wanted to find him was very low.

"Or, this time travel does not need meaning at all, is it really just arranged by [Father of the Infinite Tree] at will?"

Standing by the window for a while, Xia De thought about finishing this investigation report and handing it over to the academy before going to sleep.

What happened in 1784 of the Fifth Era provided by Professor Garcia has nothing to do with Shad's experience. In that long letter, it described the story of an unknown witch searching for documents and preparing to participate in the descending ceremony of the God of Flowers.

Shad intends to write in the report that he met Mr. Riddle who was about to return home from the Dreadfort. In this way, in the eyes of the college, this investigation is a real poet-level incident, which will not arouse the college's further suspicion of him, but at the same time, it will also allow the college to help investigate the "Dreadful Fort" and Mr. Riddle.

"Well... I always feel that things will not be that simple this time."