"What I want is not simply better than most people in the world and more nourishing to live. What I want is to be able to protect everything I can protect and get everything I want. What I want is carefree, unrestrained, lawless, and what I want to embark on is an unforgettable road to becoming a god!"

Notan is so firm in his beliefs, thinking that the family may be helpful to him, but it will be a burden more often. Even if he thinks a little further, he feels that women seem to have become their own bond... Thinking of this, Notan shook his head suddenly, thinking that he should not be a pure-minded person, and that women's bond is happy.

A month after that competition, it was the holiday of Thunder Cloud Warlock Academy. On such an early morning, the entire mountain was still sleeping, and Notan walked out of the dormitory early. After eating some breakfast in the cafeteria, he began to meditate in a quiet place on the Warlock Academy. As the winter deepened, the night began to grow very long, and it was still early before the sun appeared. The cold wind blew, making Notan, who was only wearing the Warlock robe, feel a hint of coldness, and of course, there was also loneliness.

At the foot of the mountain, there was already a vast white area. As the sky gradually became brighter, the magnificent Leiyun City in the distance began to appear in sight - this was the place where I lived for nearly two and a half years, and soon, I was about to leave. Classmates, mentors, and beautiful girls all disappeared like passers-by, at a certain time in their lives and then reappeared.

"I know you may be here!" A crisp voice came, and the fiery red woman made Notan feel a warm feeling in the cold wind of winter. Her prejudice against her is gradually decreasing. Perhaps it is because of the sorrow of parting that I feel that I should not keep a lot of things in my heart.

"Are you looking for me?" Notan asked curiously. After that competition, the students of Thunder Cloud Warlock Academy entered a state of inexplicably approaching asceticism. No one would admit that they would be inferior to others, especially in such a place where geniuses gather, Freya was even more so.

The girl lowered her head, looked away, then took out the beauty wood sculpture she had obtained with all her skills from her arms and handed it to Notan.

Notan smiled slightly and said, "I'll take that ten million gold coins to offer a reward for the Pope, but now I don't have the money to return the goods."

Freya shook her head and said, "For you!"

Notan was a little surprised and could not understand why Freya had spent a lot of money and energy, and even did not hesitate to ruin her reputation, and the wood carvings of her mother who had obtained were easily given to herself.

"Why give it to me?"

"I don't know either!" Freya sighed, then sat down next to Notan, "Maybe it's just a pleasure."

Notan thought you were just happy to give me such a precious thing. What would you give me if you were very happy?

He held the beauty wood carving in his hand, rubbed it, and asked, "I heard that the person carving this wood carving is your mother."

Freya was obviously surprised when she heard Notan's words, then nodded slowly and said, "Well, she has been dead for many years!"

"This should be very precious to you, why give it to me?"

Freya seemed a little impatient and said, "I said I'm happy!"

Notan was a little embarrassed, and the two fell into silence. After a while, Freya seemed a little melancholy: "When my mother passed away, I was still young and didn't know what kind of woman she was. I didn't have any relics of her, and the memories gradually became very faint. So after knowing that you had a beauty wood carving, I thought that even if you do everything possible, I would take the wood carving back, take a look at my mother's appearance, or leave it with my mother's relics, and maybe I could recall something..."

Notan thought that since that's the case, why did you give me this thing? But he didn't ask, for fear that Freya would say again, "She's willing!" and just said, "Then why don't you want to keep it now?"

"Because I really can't remember anything, so keeping it is an irony for me!" Freya smiled bitterly, and then said, "Do you know that feeling? It's just that when I hold my mother's relics, I want to make my heart warmer by recollection, but in fact I can't remember anything. I have to hypocritically make myself affectionate, that awkward feeling."

Notan shook his head and said, "I don't understand very much!"

"Your mother is still alive and has lost her memory, so she naturally doesn't understand!"

When Notan heard this, he thought of the old mother in the orphanage, and his heart suddenly felt a little throbbing. When he was young, he didn't understand the warmth of the old mother, but when he understood, he came here for no reason... Maybe this is the so-called "child wants to raise but his parents are not waiting for him", maybe other more promising children in the orphanage will take on the responsibility of taking care of the old mother...

Notan sighed, and saw Freya holding her head, as if she was in pain, and said, "Are you hating your father?"

"Maybe!"

"Go and see what kind of person he is. I think he has left you with very few memories..."

Freya shook her head slowly and said, "Impossible!"

"What's impossible? The key is whether you want to go by yourself!" Notan said very firmly, stood up, and seemed a little excited for a moment, saying, "When you walk into the mountains, you will know that the mountains are majestic, flying into the sky, and you will know that the sky is vast. If you can't stand in front of your father, how can you know whether your father is a mountain or a sky? Even if the memories left behind are painful or joy, that memory really belongs to you, without leaving any regrets!"

Freya opened her eyes wide and looked at Notan. After a long period of silence, she slowly said: "Thank you!"
Chapter completed!