There was once a nobleman who loved his daughter very much and spent countless gold to find the best painter at that time and painted an oil painting for his daughter who had just turned fifteen years old as a mark to record the growth of a girl.

One day, his mother died of illness.

The nobleman rushed to his hometown to meet his elderly mother for the last time before the burial of her.

Once upon a time, the beautiful and kind look in my memory has now become old, full of wrinkles, and there is no shadow of the past.

After returning from the cemetery, the nobles looked at the beautiful oil painting from time to time and fell into an unrestrained anxiety.

Will the lovely daughter I love become like that in the end due to the erosion of time?

No, how can this be done!

So he found the black book he seized from the cultists when he was young.

According to the tortured cultist, the book is called "The Black Prison City Teaching Book", which is a magic book that can communicate with hell, make transactions with evil spirits in hell, and fulfill inner wishes.

On that day, he killed all the prisoners imprisoned in the underground black prison, and used their blood and flesh as sacrifices to awaken the magic book that had been sleeping.

Then, he made his own wish - hope that his daughter would never age like in oil paintings.

Since then, the growth of the girl has really stopped.

Time can no longer leave any traces on her face.

The nobles were very satisfied with this and put the Heizhu City teaching book and the oil painting on the shelf - anyway, their daughter will not age, and there is no need for oil painting.

The girl's appearance of not growing up and aging naturally aroused suspicion from others. There were endless sayings such as witches and witches, but the nobles didn't mind it at all. He did not regret it until he died.

Although the girl is always pointed at by others as the object of suspicion, she has no inconvenience in life because of the protection of the nobles.

Several years later, the girl suddenly became popular and cleaned the old house passed down by her ancestors alone. She found black books hidden together and oil paintings wrapped in kraft paper in the attic.

When she opened the kraft paper outside, she was startled by the oil painting inside.

No one noticed that while the girl stopped growing up, the 'she' in the oil painting gradually grew up, aged, and died.

What is now displayed to her in the oil painting is a rotten corpse. From the corpse's face, a little trace of a girl can be seen...

The girl who had a certain understanding of what her father did immediately guessed the facts. The oil painting in her hand fell to the ground and she collapsed in the dusty attic.

It was not until now that she realized that she had died since the summer of fifteen.

Then, the Black Prison City Teaching Book Wufeng automatically turned to the page where the huge three-headed dog was drawn.

Heart-wrenching evil spread out from the pages, and the light swallowed by the black shadows turned the entire attic into darkness. Monsters in three poems walked out of the black fog, and their rough and hoarse voices bombed the girl's eardrum like thunder.

"The value of eternity is far beyond your imagination."

"I'll charge the fees your father owed back then."

"I have accepted your body, soul and everything."

After saying that, the monster swallowed the girl in one bite...

Not long after, the war that ended the mythical era suddenly broke out.

——Separation line—

"Woo..." Hero slowly opened his eyes and shook his dizzy head: "I had a boring dream."

Then she found herself in a very simple tent set up with branches and leaves, and was lying on the simple chang of leaves, covered with a shabby linen quilt.

"Hey, are you awake?"

At this time, the young man holding a pile of leaves slowly walked over from not far away.

"Where is this? Boy?"

Hero lifted the sackcloth, stood up quickly, and patted off the leaves hanging on his body.

"The border of Kankit, the periphery of the quiet forest."

Clayson replied, probably to prevent the girl from getting confused. He also added: "The famous Principality of Latuk is located in a river from here."

Unfortunately, this is obviously playing the piano against a cow. Hero has not even figured out several empires in the eastern plains, let alone the principality...

"You helped me, right? Thank you for your thanks first, and I will repay you if you have the chance."

Close her eyes and felt the message conveyed by the body. She confirmed that the contract was still there, indicating that Sivi was not dead. She planned to meet with the students of Adrick Academy first.

"But, but aren't you injured?"

The boy stammered: "My home is not far from here, you can go and cultivate for a while..."

"No need, boy." He Luo shook his head, put on his hood again, covering the ears of the pair of dogs and refused: "The existence of my body is not a good thing for ordinary people. If you stay with me casually, it may cause unnecessary disasters."

After all, Cerberus was originally a recruitment of natural disasters. Even in hell, the existence of the three-headed dog is not a mascot.

For this reason, Hero didn't even plan to ask the other party's name.

As for injuries or something, Hero is originally just a clone. As long as he has the body to continuously provide strength, no matter how serious the injury is, heals in a short period of time.

This time, it was really a boat capsized in the gutter. The clone of the dignified Cerberus and a big magician were actually beaten by a mere goblin. If it weren't for the alert from Xiwei's mage, he would have subconsciously launched his defense when the opponent attacked. I'm afraid that if he met Hero, he would have to kneel down...

This pair of Hero, who is a proud and arrogant clone of Cerberus, is a great humiliation. If it weren't for the fact that she could not come forward, she would have beaten the goblin with her body.

"But, but..." Clayson glanced at Hero secretly, his face flushed, as if he wanted to say something.

At this moment, Hero's ears in his hood trembled.

She pointed southwest and asked Clayson, “Is the village you mentioned in this direction?”

The boy blinked and nodded quickly.

"Sure enough."

Hero raised his pointed chin, narrowed his eyes and looked at the southwest blocked by trees. There was an inexplicable magic fluctuation. Although he could not know its original nature, Hero subconsciously felt that the fluctuation was a bit like the magic power in hell.

In the main material plane, the magic fluctuations in hell undoubtedly mean that something is not very good is happening.

"It seems that the favor you owe you will be able to pay it back soon."
Chapter completed!