C12 Son of Light

Caught off guard, the White Ice Marten hurriedly dodged to the side. Only now did it remember that this wild rabbit was actually the lowest level of magical beast. Its name was Fire Rabbit, and it could instantaneously cast a fireball.

Even in a restaurant in the Battle Dragon City, a plate of Flaming Rabbit Meat cost at least a few hundred silver coins.

"Damn rabbit, I would have forgotten if I didn't remind you." The White Ice Marten silently thought to itself, I actually foolishly chased after it for so long. Does it know magic or not?

When the fire rabbit saw that its attack had missed, it raised its head and shot three fireballs at the White Ice Marten. This time, the white ice marten didn't try to dodge it in a sorry state. It condensed a water ball, and when paired with the secret technique that it had taught her in her past life, the water ball's speed became extremely strange, unerringly smashing onto the head of the fire rabbit who was still spitting fireballs.

As expected, Fire Rabbit was of the fire attribute and was the opposite of the water. After being hit by the water ball, Fire Rabbit actually fainted.

He picked up the Fire Rabbit and returned to the river where he had previously rested. The White Ice Marten was already skilled at killing rabbits and peeling off their skin, so it immediately set up a fire and began to roast the meat.

Looking at the rabbit meat on the fire, the White Ice Marten couldn't help but think of the little fox again. This was because the little girl's cooking skills were quite good. In the past, when she was sent out on a mission, the problem of the White Ice Marten's food had always been resolved by the little fox. Now that he thought about it, that girl should have already been reincarnated right?

It would take about half an hour for the rabbit meat to be cooked. The White Ice Marten hadn't been able to wash up for the past few days. Taking advantage of this time, the White Ice Marten walked over to the stream and began to tidy up its messy long hair.

Just as the White Ice Marten finished washing its hair and was about to take a bath, from the depths of the forest, a strange sound suddenly came from the upper reaches of the stream.

"Who is it!" The White Ice Marten let out a stern cry. Its body swiftly moved forward like a ghost, but no one showed any signs of stopping here.

Quickly rearranging the dress, the White Ice Marten didn't think anymore and returned to the fire to rummage through its meat. It was almost done roasting, so it casually took out a few spices from its interspatial ring and sprinkled them on top.

As the White Ice Marten ate, it pondered over who had peeped at it.

Although the person's movements were light and without any trace, the aura of a human could not be concealed from the number one assassin under Yunque's command, the White Ice Marten.

"It seems like I shouldn't stay in the wilderness for too long." Just as the White Ice Marten was about to pick up the roasted Fire Rabbit meat and hurry on its way, a light ball suddenly appeared in the forest. The person was wearing the Gold Feather Sacrifice Robe, a symbol exclusive to the Radiant Temple.

Judging from the color of the feathers, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple represented the position of the Radiant Temple.

The only people who could wear golden feathers in the Radiant Temple were the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden.

Who would have thought that he would bump into such a powerful figure the moment he escaped.

"What does the Holy Son have to say?" Whether it was fortune or misfortune, no matter how helpless the White Ice Marten was in its heart, its expression did not change as it asked.

The Scion of Light didn't say anything and only sized up the girl in front of him. He couldn't feel any magic or physique from her, so she wasn't the person he was looking for?

However, she was a girl. Why would she appear in such a deep and remote place in the middle of the night?

Actually, it wasn't that there were no magic undulations around the White Ice Marten. It was just that she hadn't been able to use her meditation to absorb the magic elements, and her starvation had caused the Scion of Light to have the illusion that the White Ice was only an ordinary person.

"Who are you? Why did you appear here? " The Holy Radiance's cold voice sounded like it had never existed in the mortal world. There was no hint of happiness or anger, nor was there any clue as to how he was feeling. Even if there were no magic undulations, the speed at which the White Ice Marten had moved was still enough to attract the Holy Son's attention.