Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 932 - 61 The Riddle
Chapter 932: Chapter 61 The Riddle
Chapter 932 -61 The Riddle
Some people and events, once past, are truly gone.
Others, however, remain etched in memory for a lifetime, resurfacing from time to time.
Such were the things that happened between Link and Elise Clark.
Deliberately or not, recollections of those times and events would always spring into Link’s mind.
Therefore, in response to Elise’s inquiry, Link nodded gently, “I remember, of course, I remember.”
“It’s a pity you didn’t understand my hint at the time.”
Elise sighed, then corrected herself, “But I can’t blame you, who could when back then my personality was fragmented, my actions were mad, and often I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Hint? What hint?”
Link was genuinely puzzled and asked directly.
“Exactly, you didn’t understand it either!”
On hearing this, Elise let out another long sigh, “Do you remember how I behaved when you first made me ‘Brown Sugar Deer Pearl Milk Tea’?”
The words “Brown Sugar Deer Pearl Milk Tea” were pronounced in standard Mandarin Chinese.
Link did not rush to answer but began to search his memory earnestly.
Even though the Krypton Card Drawing System that once served as his ace in the hole had left him, the Mind Closure Technique had become his second nature.
Without the aid of learning cards, Link could still perform the Mind Closure Technique, could still conjure the Hall of Mind based on the theory of the Hall of Memories, and could still recall the past in meticulous detail.
With a touch of a Wizard’s magic on top of that.
The scene of the first time he made Brown Sugar Deer Pearl Milk Tea for Elise, including but not limited to the setting, furniture, teaware, the fragrance of the tea, and Elise’s emotional response, all appeared as images on a screen.
It was as if Link’s eyes were projectors and his brain the reel, with memories as the film’s content, playing out a movie.
[Elise took a small sip and a complex array of emotions flickered in her eyes.
There was sweetness, regret, and pain.
One after another, assorted scenes flashed before her.
Laughter and conversation, solitary moments by the window, and strolls down streets with a cup in hand.
She shook her head, casting aside those fragmented images that failed to form a complete narrative.
Elise lowered her head, sipping on the milk tea with a flavor both familiar and strange, and chewed on the bittersweet, slightly burnt, and richly sweet deer pearls.
It seemed she was misted by the steam from the hot milk tea, her eyes growing foggy and teary.
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“It’s delicious.”
With a sniffle, Elise quietly expressed her appreciation.
It had been so long since she had last tasted it.
The other Elise within her murmured with sentiment.]
All of Elise’s expressions and actions at that time, those that could show emotion and will, were magnified and slowed down in detail.
In addition, Link’s reactions followed, also slowed and magnified, revealing every nuance.
Looking at the content displayed on the screen, Elise recalled even more clearly the emotions and atmosphere of that time.
“What were you thinking then?”
Rapidly shaking off the effects of the memory boomerang, Elise asked softly.
“I was thinking, you really are half a fellow countryman.”
Link responded truthfully.
“Half a fellow countryman? Why would you feel that way?”
Elise was curious.
“Intuition.”
After frowning and pondering for a moment, Link said, “It’s just an intuition. Even if you and I are both ‘Foreign Guests,’ our True Spirits could not possibly come from the same homeland.”
“Why not?”
Elise pressed.
Link thought about it and explained, “In my previous life, people of the same ethnicity but who were indoctrinated with different ideologies from a young age had discernible differences. Just as a tangerine turns bitter if grown in the north, so does one’s nature change with the environment. A similar difference exists between you and me.”
“Really?”
Without commenting on Link’s statement, Elise began speaking on her own, “I was emotionally turbulent at the time, the residual personality from two lives ago interfered, disrupting my thoughts. I thought I had given enough hints.”
“What hints?”
With furrowed brows, Link asked, puzzled.
He genuinely did not understand what Elise referred to as “hints.”
He wasn’t even sure to what aspect this “hint” belonged.
“Never mind if you don’t know; it’s not important anymore.”
Elise waved her hand, sighed, and amidst her tranquil and refined demeanor, a hint of melancholy surfaced.
Seeing Elise’s state, Link grew more worried.
Today’s Elise seemed strangely different, neither like the mad Elise of the past nor like the Elise who had later severed her fragmented personality.
It was more like the Elise by the name Clark.
But hadn’t Elise Clark purified all the remnants of her past and previous lives?
Link had been there to witness it.
The White Lotus Saintess, with her immense spiritual presence, containing countless worlds, binding untold sentient beings, had left a profound impression on him.
One he dared not forget or lose.
Wait a minute!
The White Lotus Saintess?
Could it be that the Elise from two lives ago, in some universe, was the White Lotus Saintess or an incarnation of her?
The suspicion thus arose in Link’s mind.
“What are you thinking about?”
At that moment, Elise Clark asked softly, her tone tender and soft.
“I’m wondering if you are Elise Clark now, or ‘Elise,’ or perhaps the White Lotus Saintess herself.”
Without concealing anything, Link shared his suspicions and guesses.
