Eight creepy long legs, eight...
Clicking and clicking the stone, ticking, ticking, tickling, tickling, tickling...beat irritably.
After many years, Brian once again came to this familiar place.
Even though time has passed so long, when he sees him again, he still feels like he is the next day.
He looked at everything around him with great vigilance, trying to see what changes had happened here and before.
In this octagonal room, all Bryan's eyes were sweeping through were dazzling array of strange objects, arranged in a mess, like treasure chests with secrets.
Just two or three steps away from the collapse of the bed, a spider-turned elf's body was hunched, as if carrying a heavy secret.
He wrapped himself tightly in his black robe, hiding himself deeply in the darkness, and made strange pounding sounds as the eight spider legs gently tapped the smooth marble-paved ground.
The light of the magic lamp shone down, illuminating the entire room and illuminating everything Brian wanted to see.
Under the interweaving of light and shadow, he saw clearly the face of the spider-formed elf - the one hidden under the hood was still his signature gray mask.
The mask seems to carry endless mystery and depth, making it impossible to peek into the story behind it.
The hunched body and the wrapped black robe seem even more mysterious under the reflection of the strange lights.
At this moment, the air in the room seemed to solidify, and only Brian's breathing echoed in the quiet space.
He seemed to be able to feel the madness and fanaticism of the spider-turned elves, and also felt some terrible energy hidden deep in his heart.
This made Brian secretly speculate that his plan was likely to fail, not only failed, but also brought him unimaginable consequences.
At this time, the sharp perception of the spider-turned elves captured Brian's gaze.
His eight spider legs hit the ground, moving slowly and rhythmically, and his voice was as hoarse and low as sandpaper rubbing.
The spider-turned wizard looked at Brian with the mask of fear, spoke slowly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Hello, Mr. Brian, I didn't expect that we would meet again one day. But please forgive me, my friend, I must use this mask to cover my face again."
A trace of helplessness and sorrow were revealed in the words of the spider-turned wizard.
He took a deep breath, a hint of desire and some kind of fanatic force flashed in his eyes.
"Actually, I wish I could face anyone in this world with a real face. However, since that distant time, I have lost the opportunity to show my true face. Just like my name, Yalinfan Vien, is like dusty history, gradually forgotten by the world."
His tone revealed deep sadness and emotion.
The spider-turned wizard was silent for a few seconds, as if immersed in memories from the past.
Then he sighed, "Yes, not many people remember the former Yalinvan Vienne. He was once the eldest son of a prominent family and was one of the most outstanding mages in the ancient Orence city, second only to Hydrov."
"It's a pity that the impermanence of fate has brought me into the vortex of family decline. When the family I am loyal to turned into ashes in the flames, and when I suffered from the unimaginable pain of the hostile family mistress, I lost everything I wanted, lost the qualification and power to compete for the chief wizard of ancient Orence City, and also lost the ideal that I once wanted so persistently to pursue. What a painful loss and endless loss for me.
Now, I can only hide in this small town and spend the rest of my life in this cage-like room."
Faced with the confession of the spider-turned wizard in front of him, Brian was speechless. He was calm and maintained the caution he deserved.
Although the other party saved his life, this does not mean that Brian must believe in the wizard's words.
As a time traveler, he has a unique perspective and judgment.
The spider-turned wizard stopped hitting the ground with eight spider legs, held the magic crutch in his hand, and bowed deeply to Brian.
His voice was solemn and awe, "Now, allow me to introduce myself to you again. For centuries, I have been called the Spider-Master, the Crazy Rose. I am obsessed with worshiping Rose, and all the power I have exists for her glory. At least outside this gate, I am such a existence."
Brian already knew the self-introduction of the spider-turned wizard.
However, he responded to the wizard's words with politeness and curiosity.
He asked, "You claim to be a fanatical admirer of Rose, so what kind of person are you in your own space, in this wizard tower that no one can peek at?"
Brian's words reveal respect and curiosity for the other party.
Facing Brian's question hitting the point, the Spider-turned Wizard was not only not angry, but also had a deep light in his eyes, which was an appreciation for Brian's question.
"I did not read the wrong person." His voice was filled with affirmation of Brian's keen insight. "My favorite is someone like you who can grasp the key points and ask questions when asking questions."
"In front of you..."
As he spoke, the tone of the spider-turned wizard gradually became rapid, as if the strong wind suddenly rose, carrying irresistible anger and despair.
I saw him trembling all over, and his face under the mask seemed to be twisted by anger.
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed his mask and slapped it hard towards the ground as if he was throwing off a disgusting bag.
As the mask landed, he spat out a mouthful of contempt and roared:
"I curse the damn female spider Rose. She is as hateful as a plague in my heart! If I had the opportunity to face her, I would give up everything, just to be able to kick her ugly big butt hard. Even if I will be crushed to pieces in the next second, I will never regret it!
That hateful old witch was forced to hide in this trash pile that was gone forever. Her viciousness corrupted our hearts and made the once noble drow elves fall to the point where even the humblest goblins. My hatred for her was as deep as the earth crack in the cracked claw valley, and far beyond that!
Yes, I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!”
The crazy behavior of the spider-turned wizard goes beyond that.
He treated the mask on the ground as if he was the enemy he hated the most, and kept stepping on the mask under his feet, as if the mask was the incarnation of Rose.
Every stepping action of his stomping was filled with deep hatred and determination.
The spider-turned wizard's eyes flashed with anger, as if it was about to burn everything.
The air around seemed to be infected by his anger, becoming hot and heavy.
Chapter completed!