Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 86 Return

"This rag doll..."

Herag picked it up and gently shook off the thick layer of dust covering it.

This is just an ordinary rag doll, not a vengeful doll, and there's nothing strange about it.

As Herag looked at the doll and reflected on everything he had experienced, he felt that the blacksmith's family and the town might have encountered something bad, otherwise he wouldn't be unable to sleep even after death.

He sighed and put the doll back where it was.

Helag hadn't noticed it last night, but now that it's daytime, he can tell from the furnishings and color scheme that this is a little girl's room.

Herag looked around the house. It was much the same as last night, except that many things were broken and dilapidated.

For example, the cabinet door fell down as soon as you pulled it; it was completely rotten.

There were also some clothes stored in the closet, all of which were for little girls.

After leaving the room, Herag climbed the decaying stairs to the attic.

The attic was even more cluttered, overgrown with weeds, and had several holes in the ceiling.

Herag glanced at the windowsill; there was no one there.

The window glass was broken, and half of the door frame was rotten and hanging outside, looking like it might fall at any moment.

After touring the blacksmith's house, Helag came out, and before leaving, he righted the fallen door frame and put it back in place.

He actually wanted to find the bodies of the blacksmith's family, even if they were just bones, so that he could collect them and bury them in peace.

Judging from what happened last night, the blacksmith's family may have become evil spirits, and they are not at peace even in death.

He then thought he might be able to find the body and bury the family.

After all, without the blacksmith's help, he might have already died. Without the information provided by the blacksmith, he wouldn't have been able to handle various situations later on.

Unfortunately, he was unable to find the body.

After leaving, Helag went to take a look at another place.

He arrived at the house next to the Devil Flower Garden and found that the plot of land was still there, and many kinds of flowers did grow there, but there was no trace of the Devil Flower.

The house next to the garden is now a pile of ruins, with no basic structure left, just a haphazard stack of wood.

Herag continued to search various parts of the town, looking for Robert, who had disappeared.

He searched every house but found nothing, including any corpses or bones.

"There are far fewer houses here than last night."

After touring the houses, Herag took a quick look and noticed that the number of houses had decreased significantly.

He noticed last night that there were many more houses here than when he first entered the valley town.

"So they really are two different spaces?" Herag was increasingly convinced that his guess was correct.

Actually, it's very simple to verify: just come here again tonight.

But Helag will never come back, at least not until he has enough strength.

I'll only come back when I can easily handle the spider swarm; otherwise, I'm just asking to be eaten.

He continued down the path down the mountain, and as he passed the tavern, he suddenly realized that the footsteps behind him had disappeared.

"When did it disappear...?"

Herag realized he hadn't felt anything; the footsteps seemed to have disappeared quite early.

He recalled that he hadn't heard any footsteps when he entered the cave.

His attention was focused on the murals and stone slabs, and he didn't notice the footsteps disappearing.

When he came out of the cave, it was already dawn, and he could no longer hear footsteps behind him.

Herag rubbed his forehead, pondering, "What exactly was that footstep sound?"

This was something that puzzled him. Although the footsteps had followed him for a long time, he hadn't encountered any danger and didn't understand what they were or what they were doing.

Although Herag didn't encounter any danger because of the footsteps, he had a feeling that the matter of the footsteps wasn't over yet.

He glanced at the tavern, which had largely collapsed; he could see the tables and bar from the outside.

After taking one last look at the tavern, Herag followed the mountain path to the foot of the mountain.

Looking back, the valley town remained dilapidated, and the path leading down the mountain was overgrown with weeds. It's estimated that in a while, this mountain path will completely blend into the surrounding mountains, making it impossible to tell that a path once existed here.

The First Line Sky Canyon has also undergone some changes, and Herag clearly remembers what it looked like when he first came here.

When I arrived, the road was fairly clean, and you could tell that it was regularly maintained.

But now, the entire First Line of Heaven is almost like a primeval jungle.

The valley was covered with bushes as tall as a person, and the road could not be seen to the end.

Herag drew his longsword and used it to clear a path as he walked, hacking at the bushes blocking his way.

When he emerged from the narrow passage, he was soaked with dew from the bushes. Some of the broad-leaved bushes had accumulated a lot of water, and if you weren't careful, they would topple over.

"Um?"

After Hrag came out, he immediately spotted a familiar face.

Robert was sleeping under a tree nearby, leaning against the big tree and fast asleep.

Above his head, a squirrel stood on a branch, staring wide-eyed at Herag.

Herag walked over, and the squirrel immediately started squeaking in fright before disappearing in a flash.

Robert seemed to have been awakened by the squirrels. He opened his eyes with difficulty and immediately saw Herag.

"grown ups……"

Herag glanced at him and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Robert scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. "I don't know either. I just remember having a butterbeer with you and that old man at the pub, and then I don't remember anything else."

"Besides these, what else do you remember?" Herag continued to ask.

Robert shook his head: "That's it. The last thing I remember is in the pub, and I don't remember anything after that. Was I really drunk from just a butterbeer? Or was something laced with it...?"

After listening to his story, Herag pondered, "Robert's last memories only existed in the tavern, so the Robert we met later, and the dismembered Robert, were very likely not the real Robert."

He suddenly turned to look at Robert, thinking, "Or perhaps, this isn't the real person..."

Robert felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, swallowed hard, and asked, "Sir, what is it?"

"It's nothing, let's get going, it's time to go back." Herag glanced at the two horses still tied up under the trees in the distance, leisurely grazing.

(End of this chapter)