Wizard: You can become stronger by living life to the fullest.

Chapter 69, Section 017: Stewed Beef with Potatoes

In the courtyard, Rosie held an old wooden staff, guiding the stardust powder to leave rune trails on the ground, gradually forming a large magic circle that encompassed the entire courtyard.

This is a ring magic circle, which is a wizard-level magic circle, capable of casting wizard-level spells.

Magic circles are a special discipline. Wizards can use magic circles to cast powerful spells that are not of their own level, because the magic power of the magic circle comes from pre-set magical materials such as magic stones, rather than from the wizard himself. In the entire casting process, the wizard's magic power only plays the role of driving the magic circle.

However, this doesn't mean that an apprentice can easily use high-level, world-destroying spells through a magic circle, because there are still limitations such as the mental strength to guide the magic circle and the knowledge to control it.

When activating a magic circle, the wizard must use their own mental power to guide the circle and activate the intricate runes on it. This mental power must come from the wizard themselves. In addition, controlling the magic circle also requires understanding the operating principle of the spell, the arrangement and combination of runes, the activation order, and other related knowledge.

Without sufficient knowledge, even a complete magic circle and a sufficient amount of magic stones cannot be activated.

Rosie passed all her magic courses with top marks. In addition to her love of learning and reading, she also quickly mastered many things that she didn't have time to learn at the moment through the system. Her accumulated magical knowledge was definitely second to none among apprentices.

The magic circle before them was a prime example. It was a wizard-level spell that even an ordinary apprentice couldn't activate, yet Rosie was able to draw it independently.

Soon, the last rune was completed, and the magic circle was completely closed, signifying the completion of the magic circle's creation.

"Completed drawing a magic circle, time points +13 days."

"Phew~"

Luo Xi breathed a sigh of relief. Drawing a formal-level ring spell was still too much of a challenge for him, who was only an apprentice.

But it's finally finished.

Through this magic circle, he can extend the range of his oblivion to the surrounding area. Residents who have seen or known him will forget him, and from then on, he will no longer exist in their lives, completely erasing any trace of his existence.

among them,

This also includes Rosie's parents and family.

Old man Joey walked over and asked, "Aren't you going to reconsider? Forgetting is easy, but remembering is not so easy."

Luo Xi nodded without hesitation: "It's something we'll have to go through sooner or later."

Wizards and humans are, after all, from different worlds; such differences include differences in life, time, and dimension.

For a wizard, decades may be just a meditation session, but for a human, it is enough time to complete their entire life.

After returning this time, he was able to truly feel his parents' longing and worry for him. No matter what his identity is or where he was born, parents can never let go of their concern and longing for their children.

And in the future, he will still have to stay in the wizarding world for a long time. He doesn't know when he will return next time. Three years? Five years? Ten years? Or even longer.

Are we just going to let our parents spend their days in longing and worry during this long wait?

It's better to forget than to dwell on the past.

Without attachments and longings, they will no longer worry or fret, and their lives will be happier.

And I will also protect them in another way.

Luo looked in the direction of her parents and smiled: "I hope that next time I come here, I will see a healthy and prosperous couple, strolling leisurely in the afterglow of the sunset, or watching a stage play in the square and whiling away the time, and warmly and cheerfully giving me a cup of water when I am a stranger asking for a drink."

"Instead of standing at the city gate with a sorrowful face, from dawn to dusk, day after day, regardless of wind or rain, wasting the rest of one's life in this endless waiting."

Old man Joey nodded: "You're right."

He paused, then asked, "So, aren't we going to say goodbye?"

"Say goodbye?"

Luo Xi actually wanted to pinch his younger brother's chubby cheeks again, eat his mother's stewed beef with potatoes again, and ask Hunter about polishing shoe soles. There were just so many things he wanted to do.

and so.

He shook his head firmly: "No need."

Joey nodded: "Alright, let's get started. I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Rosie stepped into the magic circle, gripped the old wooden staff tightly with both hands, raised it upwards, and began chanting a spell.

As the incantation was chanted, the runes underfoot were lit up one after another, their paths circling and their lines connecting, eventually forming a large six-pointed star magic circle.

"Whoosh!~"

A strong wind blew up, causing Rosie's cloak to flutter and her black hair to fly wildly.

Beams of azure light shot up from the magic circle, swirling and dancing around Rosie as they ascended into the sky, like fireworks lit above a summer bonfire party, dazzlingly beautiful.

The beam of light flew high into the sky, then exploded with a bang, turning into countless dense blue light spots that fell from the sky, creating a blue light rain.

The wondrous rain of light fell on every rooftop, tile, long street, and stream, flying into every house.

Under the influence of this strange light, all traces of Roshi Herat gradually crumbled and disappeared, erased from everyone's memory, and from then on, this person no longer existed on this land.

He took one last look in the direction of his home, and from then on, he had no home.

Grasping the staff, he resolutely completed the final incantation.

"Forgetting everything leads to emptiness."

The next day, the sun rose as usual from the other side of the mountain, and the warm morning light streamed into the room through the window.

"Yawn~"

Shoemaker Hunter yawned and got out of bed.

"Sally, it's time to make breakfast."

He nudged his wife beside him, then got up, got out of bed, and walked into the yard.

Yesterday he promised his son, El, that he would make him a pair of leather boots. Although it was too early for a six-year-old to wear such nice boots, he couldn't do anything about it since he had already promised.

After all, this is his only son.

"Knock knock knock!" Just as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, there was a sudden knocking sound outside the door.

"They're here!"

Hunter wondered who would come so early in the morning to make boots, but he still answered and quickly went to open the door.

Outside the gate, a line of magnificent carriages was parked on the street, guarded by a squad of soldiers in bright armor. A middle-aged man in a long robe with a row of lapels stood at the gate, seemingly having been waiting for some time.

Hunter was startled: "Ah, Your Excellency!"

Standing outside the door was none other than Earl Brock, the supreme ruler of Northwind City.

Count Brock smiled amiably and said, "Did I disturb you?"

Hunter quickly stepped aside, saying, "How could that be? It's an honor for the shoemaker that you're here. Please come in, please come in."

"Sally! Sally! Get up quickly, the Earl is here!"

While busy ushering the count into the house, he urged his wife to get up.

Count Brock's gaze remained fixed on the room; from the moment he entered, his eyes kept darting around as if searching for something.

He asked, "Are you home alone right now?"

Hunter replied, puzzled, "And my family."

Brock asked, "Family?"

Hunter nodded: "My wife Sally, and my son Al, what's wrong?"

The count breathed a sigh of relief.

He then shook his head: "No, it's nothing."

After a pause, Brock continued, "I'm here today to ask you something, and I hope you won't refuse."

Hunter asked, "Are there any boots that need repairing? No problem, the shoemaker is always happy to help."

Brock shook his head: "No, not the boots."

He paused for a moment, then got straight to the point: "I recently acquired a manor and need a reliable and trustworthy person to look after and manage it for me. I think you are the right person, Hunter."

"Huh?!" Hunter was stunned.

Brock smiled, took off his right glove, and then patted Hunter on the shoulder: "Tell your wife that I'll send someone to pick you up in a bit. You don't need to bring anything; everything has been prepared there."

"Dear Father."

Just then, a childish voice came from behind, and a little girl rubbed her eyes and walked into the house. She looked about five or six years old, wearing a pretty little dress, and was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Brock affectionately pulled the little girl into his arms: "Are you awake?"

The little girl nodded: "Mmm."

Brock then introduced Hunter: "This is my daughter, Margaret."

He paused, then asked, "I remember your son was about that age, right? What's his name?"

Hunter said woodenly, "El, sir."

Brock nodded. "El? That's a nice name. They're about the same age. If you don't mind, let them be playmates."

Hunter could hardly believe his ears: a shoemaker's son as a playmate for the count's daughter?

I'm actually still half asleep, right?

Just then, El also came out of the house, and the Earl patted his daughter Margaret: "Go, go and meet your new friends, I've taught you."

Margaret ran over, lifted her skirt, and gave a childlike curtsy: "My name is Margaret. May I get to know you?"

El was still a little confused, but things aren't that complicated between children, and they quickly became familiar with each other.

"Let's go play."

The two children held hands and ran out the door.

Hunter jumped up in a panic and chased after her, instructing, "El, take good care of Miss!"

He paused, then anxiously searched for his wife: "Sally, Sally, where are you? Hurry and go see the two children! They're the Earl's daughters!"

After searching, they finally found Sally in the kitchen.

She was standing blankly in front of the table, staring at it, as if she had lost her soul, completely motionless.

Hunter was taken aback, and walked over to ask, "What's wrong?"

Sally stared blankly at the table, tears streaming down her face.

She murmured, "I...I don't know what happened, but I feel like I've forgotten something, forgotten something very important."

"in the end."

"What is it?"

On the wooden table are

A pot of stewed beef with potatoes.

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