I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"What the hell are you?"

Beth couldn't touch anything, couldn't see anything, and she didn't know how she made the sounds she made. It was as if something was reading her thoughts directly.

"Me? Am I not you?"

A white light lit up. To be precise, it was not white light. It was just a darker, or less dark color in the endless darkness.

Beth couldn't tell the color, she just instinctively felt that there was a figure there, a figure she could see but couldn't describe.

"Me? I don't remember having schizophrenia."

Beth responded.

The figure came in front of Beth and she just stared into Beth's eyes, and Beth also looked at the other person.

She was sure that the other person's eyes were black, completely black, like a black hole. Beth felt that if she put these eyes under the sun, they would not emit any luster.

The figure put his hand on Beth's face, and Beth felt a hint of warmth. The hand had flesh and blood, and really seemed alive.

"How pitiful. I am the collection of Beth in the endless future. You are me and I am you, but you belong to me and I don't belong to you."

Beth slapped the shadow's hand away and said:

"You pulled me into that world and then pulled me here. What do you want me to do?"

The shadow stepped back suddenly, she spread out her hands and said:

"This should ask you, why are you different from us?"

Beth looked at her puzzledly. What was so strange about this?

"We are supposed to be different, why should I be the same as you?"

"Let me show you us, and maybe you'll understand."

The shadow suddenly grabbed Beth's hand. A huge force came, and Beth had no ability to resist at all. She was directly pulled into a series of memories.

It was the memory of a little girl who was a beggar.

In another memory, she was a lady from a knight's family, or a princess who had fallen out of favor, a maid in a bakery, or a little blacksmith...

They all went through a node, which was when they met Adam and began their journey.

Because everyone's childhood is different, Adam's teachings to Beth are also different, but on that day, they all returned to the church without any prior agreement.

They went to the cathedral, or to small churches in the country, or even to the foot of the cross on the main street.

The first night was God-given, the second night was a saint.

This is the second historical node.

As if she was rescued from drowning, Beth took a deep breath and returned to the dark space again.

She was breathing heavily. The memories of countless people were input into her at once, and her head felt like it was going to explode.

"Although our experiences were different, we were meant to be the same, Beth."

Beth finally caught her breath.

In those memories, each Beth was indeed the same, they were the same at their core, but why?

She looked at the black shadow in front of her, her doubts growing even stronger, and said:

"Why, why am I different?"

"You are the first one who found this place on your own initiative, Beth. We all came here after we died."

The shadow said, and she took Beth's hand again and said:

"Come, I'll take you to see what the difference is between us."

Beth was being pulled along again, and in the endless darkness, everything in front of her eyes suddenly became blurry. Beth didn't know whether she could see or the scene in front of her eyes had changed.

Her vision became clear, and Beth saw a familiar face, looking at her tenderly.

"Beth."

Beth was stunned for a moment. The person in front of her was Bennett.

"Bennett, you..."

"Shh..."

Bennett put his finger to his mouth and made a hushing gesture. He was different from the familiar Bennett. This one looked gentler, more romantic, and more handsome.

Of course, he would be even more handsome if his eyes weren't grey.

He stretched out his slender hands towards Beth and was about to unbutton Beth's chest.

"What are you going to do!?"

Beth kicked the person in front of her away, and then she began to look at everything in front of her. This was a rather exaggerated aristocratic bedroom with some southern style.

A golden velvet bed sheet, a large bed that can sleep five people at the same time, and next to the bed is a floor-to-ceiling flower stand with vines climbing on it. They are climbing roses.

"what happened to you?"

Bennett, who was kicked away, was still a little confused. He rubbed his stomach and stood up, but there was no anger on his face. He slowly walked to the table beside him.

It was a table made of vines, something that only the elves could make and had to be custom-made.

He picked up a porcelain bottle from the table. The lines of the porcelain bottle were smooth and graceful, without any patterns on it. He poured out blood-like wine from the bottle.

Beth's heart sank. This was an elf item and was quite expensive.

She looked around. The room was very large. The table was between the bed and the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains were made of gauze and you could almost see outside from here.

Beth pulled her clothes, and the whole room was filled with a lewd fragrance. Beth looked at the ground and found that it was a problem with the wooden floor.

It is a kind of spice wood that can be used as an aphrodisiac.

"Have a drink and relax yourself."

The man's tone was quite gentle, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Beth looked at Bennett, but that was not the Bennett she knew.

The Bennett she knew might be rigid, malicious, cruel, or spend money recklessly.

But he is never extravagant or decadent.

He would sleep with a woman, but he would never be completely devoid of feelings for her.

He’s not a ruthless piledriver.

Beth didn't take the wine. She instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the wine.

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Beth wrapped the sheet around her waist and tried to go out barefoot.

The runes on the ground suddenly lit up, and Beth looked around in horror. Black chains were baring their fangs and claws, blocking Beth's way.

"Lady Saint, if you leave now, it would be a shame to our agreement."

"You and I didn't..."

Before Beth could finish her words, an iron chain was strangled around Beth's mouth. She was picked up by the chain and thrown back onto the bed.

She wanted to activate her saintly abilities, but the runes on the bed were flashing and she could not feel anything.

A chain was used to cover her eyes, and the remaining chains pulled her limbs apart, and the chains finally released her mouth.

"I want to hear your voice for a while. The voice of a saint must be very beautiful."

The disappearance of vision made Beth's senses more sensitive. She heard the man's breathing and a pair of hands unbuttoning her chest. She could feel the warmth of the hands.

It seemed like the other party just wanted to see her in such a miserable state, so he did everything very slowly on purpose.

"No, no, get out, get out."

Beth struggled hard, and suddenly, she felt her hands being released. She threw a punch, which was caught by a soft hand.

"Why are you leaving?"

Beth then opened her eyes, and everything that had just happened was gone.