Once upon a time, a nobleman loved his daughter very much. He spent countless gold to find the best painter at that time. He drew an oil painting for his daughter, who was just 15 years old, as a mark of the growth of the girl.
One day, his mother died of illness.
The nobleman went to his hometown to see his old mother for the last time before she was buried.
Once upon a time, the beautiful and kind face in my memory has become old and full of wrinkles, and there is no shadow of the past.
After coming back from the cemetery, the nobles looked at the beautiful oil painting from time to time, and fell into irreconcilable anxiety.
The lovely daughter that he dotes on will eventually become like that because of the erosion of time?
No, how can this be!
So he turned to the black book which he had seized from the hands of the heretics when he was young.
According to the severely tortured heretic, this book is called "the black prison City Bible", which is a magic guide book that can communicate with hell, trade with evil spirits in hell, and fulfill their inner wishes.
On that day, he killed all the prisoners in the underground dungeon, and used their blood and flesh as sacrifices to wake up the book, which had been sleeping.
Then he made his wish that his daughter would always be like the one on the oil painting and never grow old.
Since then, the growth of girls has really stopped.
No trace of time can be left on her face.
The nobleman was very satisfied with this, and put the black prison City textbook and the oil painting on the shelf together. Anyway, his daughter would not grow old, and the oil painting was not necessary.
The appearance of young girls who can't grow up and grow old naturally causes suspicion among others. Witches and witches emerge in endlessly. However, the nobleman does not mind this, and he has no remorse until he dies.
Although young girls are always criticized as suspicious objects, their lives are not inconvenient due to the protection of nobles.
After a few years of painting in the attic, it was found that the old lady's oil painting was hidden in the attic alone.
When she opened the kraft paper outside, she was startled by the oil painting inside.
No one found that while the girl stopped growing up, the "she" in the oil painting grew up, aged and died.
But now the oil painting shows her a rotten corpse. From the body's face full of holes, we can barely see the trace of a girl
The girl who had a certain understanding of her father's behavior immediately guessed the fact. Her oil painting fell to the ground, and the whole person sat in the attic full of dust.
Only now did she realize that she had been dead since the summer when she was fifteen.
Then, the black prison city teaching book automatically turned to the page with a huge three headed dog.
The frightening evil diffused from the pages. The black shadow devoured the light, which made the whole attic dark. A monster with three heads walked out of the black fog, and the coarse hoarse voice bombarded the girl's tympanic membrane like thunder.
"The value of eternity is far beyond your imagination."
"I'll collect the fees that your father owed you that year."
"I'll take your body, soul and everything."
With that, the monster swallowed the girl
Before long, the great war that ended the myth age suddenly broke out.
-- dividing line --
"woo..." Helo slowly opened her eyes and shook her dizzy head. "I had a boring dream."
Then she found herself in a very simple tent made up of branches and leaves, and lying in a shabby linen quilt covered with leaves.
"Well, are you awake?"
At this time, the boy holding a pile of leaves came slowly from afar.
"Where is this, young man?"
Helo's leaves were lifted off and quickly fell off.
"The border of kankit, the periphery of the silent forest."
Clement replied, probably to prevent the girl from getting confused, and added, "the famous principality of latuk is across the river from here."
Unfortunately, this is clearly casting pearls before swine. Helo has not yet made clear how many empires there are in the eastern plain, let alone the principality
"Did you help my wife? Thank you in advance. If you have a chance, I will repay you. "
After closing her eyes and feeling the message from the noumenon, she confirmed that the contract was still there, indicating that Sylvie was not dead. She planned to meet the students of Aldrich college first.
"Yes, but aren't you hurt?"
"My home is not far away from here, you can go to cultivate for a period of time...""No, boy." "The existence of concubines is not good for the general people. If you stay with me, you may incur unnecessary disasters."
After all, the celberus was a kind of call for natural disaster. Even in hell, the existence of the three headed dog is not a mascot.
For this reason, heros didn't even want to ask the other party's name.
as for injuries, what awesome is that hero is only a body. If there is a continuous supply of body, the heavy wounds can heal in a short time.
This time, it was a boat capsizing in the gutter. The separation of the chamberlos in the hall and a great magician were actually hanged by a local goblin. Even if it wasn't the mage alarm of SIVI, he would have to kneel when the other side attacked. I'm afraid that one who looks after heros will kneel
This is a shame to heros, who is a proud and proud person who is separated from the body of clenboros. If it was not for the sake of being unable to appear, she would have already beaten the goblin with her body.
"Can, but..." Clarison glanced at hero secretly, his face red, and seemed to want to say something else.
At this time, the ears in heros' hood trembled.
She pointed to the South West and asked klerson, "is the village in this direction you mean?"
The boy blinked and nodded in a busy way.
"That's the case."
Herod raised her sharp chin and squinted to see the South West, which was covered by trees. There was a strange magic wave. Although she could not know its body, hero subconsciously felt that the fluctuation was a little like the magic of hell.
On the main physical level, the magic fluctuation of hell undoubtedly represents something not very good.
"It seems that the person you owe you will be paid back in a minute."
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