Memory is an advanced psychological activity based on thinking.
It is also a drink.
This drink is very popular among high-level demons, just like the drink favored by wizards. The only difference is that it is not made from honey or fruit, but is made from warm human brains stimulated by demonic energy.
Brewed by information flowing out.
The captain of the Mist likes this drink very much.
As the cook on the Mist, Nikita is always preparing ingredients anytime and anywhere, so she has this jar of 'memory' - this is the memory she collected from the aboriginal people in Dreamland, full of exotic flavor, because Fantasy
Due to the differences in laws between dreams and reality, the banshee was not sure whether she could bring back the brains of the aborigines, so she brewed these drinks in advance and stored them in jars.
Now, this jar of drink will be presented as a tribute to the temple in the city of Uzzah.
Dreamland is a world built on fantasy and dreams. In the deepest part of this world, flow the memories of thousands of creatures in the real world. Therefore, the can of drink offered by the banshee can be regarded as belonging to this world.
Origin, will naturally obtain the joy of the gods.
Priests are the mouthpieces and hands and feet of the gods.
The gods will express their joy through their own mouthpieces, and distribute their rewards through their hands and feet. Even if the high priest does not like the evil offerings of the banshee, he will still be watched by the gods.
, kind and cheerful.
"So," Grand Elder Atal concluded after patiently listening to the guests' requests: "You want to find a way home?"
The old man sat behind the ivory podium and looked at the young wizards and demons sitting around the podium with burning eyes. There was also a wooden cup filled with amber light in his hand.
The young wizards nodded in agreement.
Nikita and Zhu Zhu did not nod, but they did not have the right to choose.
"Although Dreamland is remote, it is not closed off." Elder Atal seemed to be a little confused about the needs of the guests: "Wanderers from outside the world often break into this world unexpectedly, and some people come on big white ships.
, some people walked through the wild wilderness, and some came to this world through tree holes, through a clock, or even a mirror... But as long as you are not confused by the dreams and fantasies of this world, you still remember yourselves.
With my identity, it shouldn’t be difficult to return.”
As he spoke, he looked carefully into the eyes of several young wizards.
"Your eyes are still very clear, and you still know who you are." He nodded and raised the wine glass in his hand: "...So, go back from where you came. How you came to this world, you will return to your original state.
world... I wish you a safe journey."
Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao, then at Jiang Yu, and unconsciously played with his cat's tail with his fingers. The tip of the tail struggled hard between his fingers, obviously not liking this game.
Finally, he forced a smile to Elder Atal, who was sitting behind the ivory podium.
"There was a little accident," the young public-funded student cleared his throat and tried to explain in a tactful way: "Due to some irresistible reasons, we had to release a very powerful magic... right here
In that enchanted forest...and accidentally destroyed my tree hole."
"And my watery eyes." Xiao Xiao added with a straight face.
The cat ears in Jiang Yu's hair dropped down carefully.
Zheng Qing laughed twice: "Yes, and his water eyes... In other words, the way we came to this world was gone. We need your help to find a new way."
"New road." The old man picked up the wooden cup at hand, as if he wanted to moisten his throat with wine, but in the end he just dipped his lips and put it down again.
"And it must be wide enough and big enough," Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing and added: "Due to some indescribable reasons, some of our members have become 'bloated' and cannot fit through ordinary tree holes.
My... my watery eyes were burst after trying the wrong thing."
"That was just an accident." Zheng Qing muttered, aiming the talisman gun in his hand fiercely at the banshee beside him.
Nikita blinked innocently.
"A physique that can support a passage can no longer be described as 'bloated'. Hey, this is really a difficult problem." Elder Atal shook his head: "The road is the Tao. If you want to find a road that suits everyone,
Tao, it’s not that easy…”
"So we want your help."
The old man looked over the shoulders of the young wizards, across the empty and tall auditorium, across the exquisite murals, the lively streets, the vast wilderness, and finally landed on a tall mountain peak.
Then he withdrew his gaze, looked at the guests in front of him gently, and told a short story:
"A long time ago, there was a farmer who built a small house in a vacant lot. After the house was built, he felt that there was some space in front and behind the house, so he opened a small garden... because the house was built in a remote area.
There were no neighbors to disturb the place, so the farmer did not build a fence for his small garden.”
"Then, spring comes."
"The garden is full of flowers of various colors, red, yellow, and pink. The flowers attract bees, buzzing; the bees attract grass sperm and flower sperm, playing with them, and the flower sperm
They also like to trade honey with the bees for delicacies made from dew.”
"Then, the mice that steal honey come, the rats that catch flower sperm come, the wild boars that like to chew peonies come... The food chain in nature is always linked. When the wild boar appears in the garden, the tiger and the wild boar come.
The wolf is not far away."
"One day, after returning from the fields, the farmer found that his garden was in a mess."
"Colorful flowers lie on the ground, dead bees and flower sperm dye the soil emerald green, a wild boar has only half of its body left, still panting and refusing to close its eyes, a tiger's belly is as round as a cat
Lying in the sun and snoring."
"The farmer stabbed the tiger to death with a fork, then spent one night building a fence and smearing the tiger's blood and bones on the fence to warn those prying eyes deep in the forest."
"Just like that, the garden returned to peace."
"But the existence of the fence is just a silent warning. It cannot stop those guests who really want to come to the garden to see the flowers. The bees flutter their wings and fly over the fence; the mice dig small holes in the ground and get into the garden. When there are a few winds and rains
Afterwards, the tiger blood and tiger bones smeared on the fence disappeared, and new wild boars opened the fence again..."
Zheng Qing listened carefully to the story told by the old man.
The story is very simple. Combined with the circumstances of the dreamland, it is not difficult for the wizard to determine the identities of the garden, the fence, and the guests who came without telling them. But it is precisely because of this that it confuses him even more.
Do they have to wait for a new wild boar to break through the fence before they can leave this beautiful garden?