Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

Ernest didn't stay here for long before he went to the room he booked next door. Iris checked the door lock and then lay back and rubbed her still dizzy head.

This body was so damaged that it could not fully display its strength even if it had considerable strength.

The six percent concentration of inverse points didn't kill her because she used more points to suppress them. There were not many elements left for her to appropriate, at least not for normal use, otherwise she wouldn't be here. Olivia and Ernest suffered a lot.

But if she wants to release a large amount of elements to deal with the two like this time, it is not impossible, but this will cause the reverse point to occupy more positions in her body, that is, the concentration will increase, making her one step closer to physical and mental collapse.

Every major spell cast was equivalent to draining her life.

The blood transfusion could expel some of the inverse points and extend her lifespan, but in the final analysis it would treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. As long as she did not stop using forbidden magic, the concentration of inverse points would inevitably continue to rise.

Moreover, there was at least three years between the two blood transfusions. This time, the next blood transfusion would only be three years later, and her hope of surviving these three years was really slim.

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At noon the next day, Iris went for a walk in the nearby market. Ernest followed her leisurely, but she didn't pay attention.

This area is a trading area, with colorful tarpaulins set up on the top to block the sun and rain. The large and small stalls are not very busy at this time, but there are many bits and pieces of goods, which can be feasted on.

The ambient light became darker as we walked inside, but she still had no problem seeing. Iris stopped in front of a daily necessities stall, and her eyes flicked over the dazzling pots, pans, nail clippers, ear picks, scissors, glue, screws, and fruits. The rubber knife gloves stopped in front of only two or three small baskets of hair tie accessories.

She picked two hair ties, paid and took the things, then looked back at Ernest.

"I want to go back by myself first. I will call you when I need you."

The other party was noncommittal, so Iris nodded to the stall owner. The next second she felt a falling sensation as expected, and she disappeared in front of the stall in the blink of an eye.

However, there were no traces of magic or mechanisms around, maybe it was well hidden.

When I opened my eyes again, there was only a dark corridor in front of me. After walking forward for a while, I could see some faint light spilling from the cracks in the doors on both sides.

A staircase appeared on the left. Iris spiraled down the stairs several times, then walked to a door and opened it.

Lock the door and turn on the light. Warm yellow light fills the entire room. The wooden floor under your feet is as smooth as new. On the left is a dark brown wooden cabinet that occupies one wall. On the right is a single bed against the front corner. On the right side of the bed There was a huge glass window on the wall in front of her, which was tightly closed and covered with curtains.

There is a closed wooden door to the left of the window. There is a desk and an experimental bench in the front left corner. The desk is to the left of the wooden door, and the experimental bench is against the wall on the left.

The empty passage between the wooden cabinet and the experimental bench connects the kitchen, utility room and bathroom with the lights off on the left.

His eyes moved between several decorative paintings on the wall, and stayed longest on the painting above the desk.

The painting shows an orange cat with a simple and honest smile. There is a ball of beige wool pressed under the right front paw. There are many cat paw prints in the blank space. On the lower right side of the painting paper, an orange water-based pen is used to write "Lulu" crookedly. "Two words.

The painting hanging above the bed is a palace of ice and snow. To the right of the palace is a painting of blue iris flowers and breakfast with fried eggs and milk.

The paintings are all about things she likes.

Iris has the same pronunciation as "Iris" in Kaka's native language. After Enid and Samuel were born, they put irises of various colors in the vase at home, except blue irises. .

Unfortunately, when Iris got a little older, she fell in love with the blue iris and turned her nose up at other colors of iris, which was contrary to her parents' original intention of naming her.

The result of this problem was that the two threw all the flower legends and local customs books at home into the trash can, and Iris successfully got the freedom of blue iris.

But now, she would rather her parents were cruel and rejected Blue Iris to the end.

She lay on the bed in her base camp and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This precious sense of security comes from the countless mechanism arrays and defensive and protective measures she has placed here over the years. Even in her heyday, she had to wash her neck before breaking into this place.

Her mother's diary was spread out beside her. In such a safe environment, she slowly took back her suppression of the thoughts that surged after the dream was broken.

A flood of memories set off a storm in her mind.