Wadsworth had a dream, dreaming of something very long ago. He had a bricklayer's father and a laundry mother. From birth, he was destined to serve the lord for life like his parents, so from the age of four, he went to the hunting dog room to take care of the animals there.

I still remember one year when the lord was besieged in the castle by the enemy. After eight months, the cold winter wind came as scheduled with irrepressible hunger. Although I tried several breakthroughs and sent out several waves of messengers, it seemed impossible to rescue the lord outside knew that he was sure to win, and just waited for the people in the city to starve to death before he could take over the land.

There was no food, and the falling snowflakes became the only thing that could move in the wall. Wadsworth curled up in his parents' arms, with a faint body temperature behind him, and outside the window was heavy snow. He felt that he was going to freeze to death and starve to death. The threat of death came so clearly in his mind for the first time.

"Hey, wake up, it's not good to fall asleep!"

Wadsworth opened his eyes and looked at the face not far away, no longer thinking of saying anything. He was still trapped in the terrible cold, and his own strength was constantly being pulled away by the cold air. He raised his hand and his rosy skin was gone, leaving only the old wrinkled skin with frost. I believe his appearance has also become older, and wrinkles and age spots must have crawled all over his head.

"Wodsworth, how do you feel? Have you calmed down?"

"I still want to pinch you to death. Why did I know you... No, it was you who came to me. I'm so unlucky." Wadsworth spitted blood on the ground, and before it landed, it turned into ice chips. "What's the benefit of my death? Don't you want to know what I know?"

"I actually probably understand that the tree escape technique, tearing the soul apart, fusion and assimilation are nothing more than these things." Zhao Mai shook his head: "No, Wadsworth, I have no interest in becoming what you were before. I am so arrogant that I lose myself, greedy and have no restraint."

"You're right." Wadsworth's teeth were cold and hugged his knees and said, "I just dreamed of the feeling of death, a feeling of missing... How many years have I not been afraid and awe of death since I merged with the mangrove? It seems that I haven't dreamed for many years. Mike, thank you, at least in the dream I saw my parents again and felt the warmth of their bodies."

"Dream of death...parents...your parents?"

"Oh, they have passed away long ago, they are not sick or disaster, but their lifespan has come to an end, and I will take care of them until the end." Wadsworth said with a nostalgic expression: "I remembered that my mother blamed me for not getting married and having children before she died. She was worried that I would be lonely. It was from that time that I had the idea of ​​clone, and then the accident of the tree escape technique."

"You've recovered your memory?"

"Actually, I've recovered a long time ago. I just don't want to tell you." Wadsworth shook his head and said, "Stop the damn cold wind, I've calmed down. If I don't turn it off, I'll freeze to death."

"Oh, I think it's almost done." Zhao Mai let out a light breath, and the power of ice stopped immediately. The temperature will rise for a while, but Wadsworth immediately felt much more relaxed. He looked at the chain on his wrist. It had been frozen into iron lumps by Han Bing, but it was still tightly bound to him.

Zhao Mai opened his palm to Wadsworth, closed his eyes and felt it carefully. "Your soul is still very strong, and it always exudes influence on others. However, your body's natural force has recovered, which is slightly higher than the surrounding environment, which is considered a normal level for the druid." He pulled his left hand, and the war shackles shook off the ice, untied it from Wadsworth's wrist and returned to Zhao Mai's palm. "I suggest you keep your current state for a while, find the fulcrum of your past life from memory, and then consider restoring the level of natural force."

"You have untied the war shackles. Aren't you worried that I will teleport away in a flash and then never find it again?"

"I told you that I am not very interested in your knowledge. If you want to say it, I will refer to it at most and will never retrace your wrong old path." Zhao Mai shrugged: "I used fusion to make you look like that before, and naturally I have to treat you responsibly and recover. Now you are almost healed. If you run away, I will not look for you everywhere, and that is not my responsibility."

Wadsworth nodded: "It's fair, I believe you. Now I'm listening attentively, how did the powerful natural force make me abnormal, Mr. 'Doctor'?"

"I have a theory about immortality." Zhao Mai said to Wadsworth: "You and I are both humans, and are restricted by death. Whether you think about this problem or not, the length of life also affects our way of thinking at all times. If one day suddenly, lifespan will no longer become a problem, people will not know how to think. The butt determines the head, no longer dies, but a big event. People's way of thinking and thinking patterns cannot change so quickly. So whether they become lichs, elements, a tree, or drink the potion of immortality, they will affect people's thinking and gradually drive people crazy. Maybe it's not crazy, but you can't follow the past life concept and you will fall into contradictions."

"This... this is indeed a contradiction." Wadsworth nodded in agreement: "You are right. I haven't felt the threat of death for a long time. To a large extent, I no longer care about time and myself, so it doesn't matter if I sleep happily underground. If the biggest clone was not captured, I wouldn't wake up at all. But since I have been immortal, what should I do? My process is irreversible."

"Since all eternal life may lead to madness, madness leads to loss of self, and isn't it death?" Zhao Mai said with a smile: "So, I think eternal life just delays death, and sooner or later it will reach that step. I don't know which day I will be crazy, just like I don't know which day I will die, maintaining such thoughts can replace the status of death in the thinking mode and keep it normal after eternal life."

"Your method is sophistry..." Wadsworth thought for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter. He kept laughing, with a feeling of self-deprecating in his laughter.

"You just keep yourself like this? Isn't it different from the previous changes?"

"Of course, I have to keep looking for things to keep myself busy, keep improving and keep interested, because I am even more frightened than before." Zhao Mai said: "I thought that if one day I went crazy, I would be a demon king that would be so difficult to kill and difficult to deal with. I was shuddered."
Chapter completed!