Magical Strategist

New Delhi is a large and prosperous city in the country of Yusha. The urban area has mature commercial systems, commercial streets and entertainment venues.

As a commercial street in a developed area, the streets here are paved with high-grade carved blue bricks. The buildings on both sides of the road embody the word "wealth", and the appearance of the houses is uniform, with beige walls and golden roofs.

The vendors here no longer sell their products verbally. Instead, they have introduced the dwarven technology - loudspeakers. There is one at the entrance of each store, where they introduce their products and related discounts in detail to passers-by.

There are people coming and going, and it is very lively.

Zhenlong and others came to the commercial street. As the chief of staff, he had the privilege of leaving the regiment at any time without having to report to his superiors.

Lingdie was like a fish back in water, jumping and cheering while shopping. She looked at the dazzling array of gadgets in the store, many of which she had never seen before, such as glowing wood and agate-carved music boxes. Although these things were expensive, they were not a big deal for Lingdie. She would sigh from time to time: Why don't we have these things in Lausanne?

It seems that Zhenlong and Teresa, who were walking behind, have to act as porters again. Before an hour had passed, Lingdie had bought everything on the entire street. She bought everything she liked without hesitation or bargaining!

Fortunately, Zhenlong's magic bag is carried with him, so he can put everything in it.

After waiting for Lingdie to finish shopping, Zhenlong suggested going to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers.

Teresa didn't understand why Zhenlong bought flowers, and they were roses to express his love!

Just seeing Zhenlong holding 999 red roses, he said nothing, very mysterious. As a woman, Teresa seemed to have guessed what Zhenlong wanted to do. In fact, there was nothing strange about it. At his age, he should have someone he loves.

The real dragon held the rose in his hand and walked in front to lead the way. They left the commercial street, bypassed the busy area, and walked on a small path leading to the distant mountains.

Could it be that his beloved lived in this desolate mountain? Teresa and Lingdie looked at each other, puzzled. No one knew why he went up the mountain. Moreover, he did not say a word, and his expression was very solemn and a little nervous.

After climbing the mountain, I learned from the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain that the mountain is called Kagome Mountain, and it is a "grave mountain". All over the mountain are white tombstones.

Theresa suddenly remembered that Zhenlong said he wanted to go to a place, and it seemed that "this place" should be Mount Kagome. As for the purpose of coming here, there was no need to guess, it must be to visit the grave, and as for whose grave it was, it was his late wife named Johnson Feiya.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, the real dragon stopped and walked slowly to a rectangular tombstone. On the tombstone was engraved: The Tomb of the Great Goddess of Light of the Middle-earth Alliance!

The tomb is large and luxurious, with various exquisite patterns carved on the milky white marble. There is a circle of marble guardrails in front of the tombstone, making the tomb look like the owner's private courtyard. Even the ground is paved with marble slabs, which is clean. There are various flowers and fruits placed in front of the tombstone, which means that people often come to visit.

Looking around, there was only this one within a hundred meters, and no other tombstones could be seen. Out of respect for the goddess of light, they did not want other undead spirits to disturb her rest. Moreover, the tombstone was cleaned spotlessly. After all, it was the tomb of a great man, and the Middle-earth Alliance specially arranged gravekeepers to clean it every now and then.

"So this is the tomb of the Goddess of Light." Ling Die, who was always naughty, became serious after seeing Feiya's tombstone. "Street performer, why did you choose roses instead of lilies when you visited the tomb? Who is the Goddess of Light to you?"

"Shh!" Theresa quickly covered Lingdie's mouth to stop her from making any more noise.

The dragon was very pleased to see that Feiya's resting place had been cleaned up so cleanly. It was much better than the overgrown and desolate scene when he first came here.

"Xiaoya, I'm here to see you." Zhenlong carefully placed the rose bouquet in front of the tombstone. He did not kneel or bow, but just sat cross-legged facing the tombstone. Compared to crying loudly and tearing one's heart out, perhaps this is the best way to visit the tombstone. Zhenlong took a deep breath, and then quietly, quietly looked at the tombstone, at the place where his wife was buried...

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew...

Zhenlong suddenly felt cold all over, and his vision gradually became blurred. Was it because he was too excited? He calmed down, closed his eyes, and calmed down.

Of course, when he opened his eyes again, something strange happened. The real dragon no longer saw the milky white marble tombstone, but Feiya's face. She sat in front of the real dragon and smiled at him.

Feiya's face is still as beautiful as ever, and her smile is domineering and playful!

"Ershun, what are you doing? Why did you come to see me only now?" Feiya's angry voice reached the ears of the real dragon.

Is it an illusion? Or... The real dragon rubbed his eyes. No, it was not an illusion. It was real. Feiya was right in front of him!

"I'm asking you a question, why don't you answer?" Fei Ya asked angrily again.

"Xiao Ya, is it really you?" Zhenlong finally asked.

"It's not who I am. You've forgotten me after just a few days of not seeing me. I'm so disappointed!" Feiya snorted and turned her head to look away.

"No, how could I forget you? Because a lot of things happened recently, I haven't been able to find time to see you, I'm sorry." Zhenlong bowed his head and apologized sincerely. "Forget it, since you are so serious, I will forgive you this time." Feiya laughed, very cute.

"How have you been lately?" asked Zhenlong.

"It's okay. How about you? You seem to have lost a lot of weight. Is there something bothering you?" Feiya said with some heartache.

"No, I'm fine too...really..." Zhenlong was wondering whether he should speak out his unhappiness, because the person in front of him was not someone else, but his wife. "Actually, there is something that really bothers me...Xiaoya, you should know that Gangyi has started the operation, and many of us have been massacred, and now I have become a useless person. I really don't know what to do."

"You are so upset by such a small matter? No one would believe it! Ah, I'm wrong, I'm already a ghost, hahaha..." Feiya said jokingly. Seeing Zhenlong's gloomy face, Feiya immediately said seriously: "What's wrong? Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm joking, idiot!" After a silence, Feiya got back to the point and said: "I don't know why, but I don't care about the Light Group at all now, because I only care about you. Day and night, every minute and every second, I look forward to seeing you again... As for the things you said, I think you shouldn't put too much pressure on yourself. Many things are destined, but the most important thing is to believe in yourself. Your eyes tell me that you have lost your direction and lost yourself. You only know that you are in trouble and can't get out of it."

"Then what should I do? I don't want the Light Group you founded to fall into depravity, nor do I want the Middle-earth Alliance that we both believe in to be eroded step by step by Fortitude. I am too eager to win! I also want to avenge you!" The real dragon gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Ershun, actually... actually... I know how to help you out of this predicament and how to restore your magic power, but I can't tell you. If I tell you, that damn god will eliminate all my worries and make me completely become a person of that world... But, I can reveal a little information. Do you want to hear it?" Feiya squinted her eyes and said mischievously.

"Yes!" The real dragon nodded.

"Then put your ear closer!" Feiya still had that smiling expression on her face.

"Okay!" When the real dragon came closer, his face suddenly turned cold, as if an ice cube was suddenly stuck to his face. It was not an ice cube, but Feiya's lips.

"Since you are so obedient, I will reveal a little information. First of all, if you want to change the current situation of the Light Corps, you must destroy the original Light Corps and create a new "Light Corps". Do you understand? You can call it the Ershun Corps or the So-and-So Corps, it's up to you." Feiya said.

"Xiao Ya means to disband the Light Group and rebuild the organization? Why? That is the result of your years of hard work!" Zhenlong asked in confusion.

"The reason is very simple. The Light Corps was weakened like this because they could not defeat Fortitude. Maybe the team you organized can defeat them? Oh no, I said too much by mistake. Okay, Ershun, I will remind you here. You will definitely figure out the rest with your intelligence." Feiya changed the subject and continued, "Also, it is not impossible to restore your mana, but the prerequisite is that you must find someone."

"Who?"

Feiya suddenly stood up, stretched out her hand and pointed behind the real dragon.

The real dragon also stood up and looked in the direction Feiya pointed. Finally, he asked in surprise: "Xiaodie?"

"Maybe it's her, maybe it's not her, you will know in the future." After saying that, Feiya put her hand on Zhenlong's shoulder. "Er Shun, promise me one thing?"

When Feiya touched his body, the dragon felt cold from head to toe, and even his heart was almost frozen. "I will agree to anything!" the dragon vowed.

"I want you to promise me that from now on, don't think about me anymore, forget me completely, and marry another woman who loves you... Maybe you dislike her now or even hate her, but she is destined to be the woman who will accompany you through the second half of your life. In this way, there will be someone who loves you in your world and someone who prays for you in another world. Promise me that the day before you marry her in the future, remember to inform me of your life..." Feiya's voice was a little low.

"No, I once swore not to marry anyone else. You are the only one in my heart." Zhenlong said heavily.

Pah! Feiya slapped Zhenlong hard on the face. "Fool, do you want me to be a lonely ghost and never rest in peace? I have a place to go too. I stay here because I still miss you. If you love me, let me go, forget everything about me, and marry her. Otherwise, I will not let you go!"

"I can not do it!"

"No, you must do it...you must do it...do it...until..." With a gust of wind, Xiaoya's voice gradually became weaker; her figure gradually became blurred; her hair gradually fell off, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a white corpse. Whoosh... The corpse turned into a few specks of dust, and with the wind, it was scattered in every corner of the cemetery...

Ershun, remember to inform me the day before your wedding...

Ershun, remember to inform me the day before your wedding...

Ershun, remember to inform me the day before your wedding...

Feiya's voice echoed throughout the entire Kagome Mountain, and it did not dissipate for a long time...