Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4453 (Four Thousand Four Hundred and Fifty Three) Introduction

"Tell me who was the magician you saw before." said the man with brown hands.

The man seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "It's just... a person who is said to be very good at magic."

"What's that man's name?" asked the brown-handed man.

The person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is where you and I are different" said, "I can't remember."

"You can't even remember the name?" The brown-handed man asked, "Or don't want to say it?"

"I...I can't remember a lot of things." said the man.

"Do you know what sect that person belongs to?" the brown-handed man asked again.

"I can't remember either," the man replied.

"Did you know what sect it was from before?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I know." said the man.

"How can you not remember?" said the brown-handed man, "Do you know what will happen if you lie to me?"

"No...no! I really can't remember, I'm not lying to you!" said the man.

The brown-handed man asked, "How did you go to see the man who knows magic?"

"How can I meet him?" asked the person who had said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is where you and I are different."

The brown-handed man said, "Is it a coincidence, or what?"

"It seems...it seems that someone introduced that person to me." he replied.

"Why should I introduce that person to you?" said the brown-handed man.

“I have the impression that it’s because…because I…can’t sleep well.” the man answered.

"Why don't I introduce a doctor to you?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I have already seen the doctor," the man replied.

"Did the doctor solve your problem of not being able to sleep well?" the brown-handed man asked again. "Yes," the man replied.

"Why can't you sleep well?" asked the man with brown hands.

As soon as these words were spoken, the person who had previously said, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is where you and I are different," showed a bit more fear on his face.

"I...because...I...I'm afraid..." the man stammered.

"What are you afraid of?" the brown-handed man asked again.

"I... I don't know how to say it..." the man said.

"Just say what you have to say!" said the brown-handed man, "You know you don't want to say it? Don't you see where this place is?"

"This...what is this place?" the man said tremblingly.

"Answer my question first. Did the magician you met before solve your problem of not being able to sleep well?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I... don't know if it can be considered... solved." said the man.

"What do you mean you don't know whether it counts or not?" said the man with brown hands.

"It's just... there was a period of time at the beginning... it seemed..." The man stopped talking.

"Go on, tell me what's going on?" the brown-handed man said, "You are already here, everything is under control, if you don't tell the truth, just think about what will happen later!"

"Will I... die?" the man asked.

"Stop asking so many nonsense questions! It seemed like something for a while at the beginning?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Seems like I slept well." said the man.

"So the man who could cast spells solved your problem?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Then even if...even if it is so." said the man.

"What happened next? Couldn't sleep well again?" asked the brown-handed man speculatively.

(End of this chapter)