Fisher's consciousness once again fell into the quagmire-like dream. In that familiar dream, he did not smell Aragina's fresh fragrance like sea salt, nor the shy steamy smell, nor the shy steamy smell.
There is no burning sulfur smell like magma
He just kept falling, following a book with glittering golden light as he fell into an extremely deep dream.
?
Fisher took a hard look at the book in front of him that shone with golden light and kept his consciousness sinking. Although he was confused, he could not ask. He could only follow it into a place that Fisher was quite familiar with.
Dream.
The dream was full of fragrance, and the fall in the darkness was not as smooth as a free fall, but more like countless invisible forces coming from all directions, pulling Fisher's body crazily.
In the darkness, there seemed to be countless eyes staring at Fisher's thin and fallen soul.
Such loneliness, such fear of the unknown, even Fisher would find it difficult to breathe. Until the next second, he suddenly felt that the greedy and whispering gazes around him were being dispersed.
It suddenly became quiet.
When Fisher reluctantly opened his eyes, he realized that in the dream in front of him, he had seen before, the huge full moon hanging indifferently in the night sky, staring at it like a god without mercy.
he.
The moon, which was bigger and brighter than the universe, occupied the entire night sky, soaking the entire sky with cold. The chilling feeling of gaze and locking penetrated into Fisher's soul pervasively, but there was no emotion in it.
It means just wanting to look at Fisher simply.
The indescribable sense of oppression was transmitted from the watery moonlight spread all over the floor to the depths of Fisher's heart. The everlasting loneliness and the pressure like a black hole pushed Fisher's soul, making him struggle painfully.
Got up.
Under such squeezing, Fisher suddenly saw some blurry pictures scattered here and there.
In the wind and snow that filled the sky, he saw a long black hair that slowly fell to the ground and was wrapped in a faint fragrance. He saw a deep black, and also saw a building standing in the dark, with its whole body made of
The back of the throne carved from perfect ice.
The situation in front of the throne was still unknown, but when Fisher looked in that direction, a strange sense of danger suddenly surged into his heart, as if his soul was locked by some extremely dangerous existence.
A sound like a murmur, like a loud bell, exploded in his heart,
"The last phoenix."
The voice seemed to be coming towards Fisher's face as if it were real. Those unintentional words contained unimaginable power. It seemed that it could tear Fisher into pieces in an instant. At the last moment,
The shimmering golden book suddenly brought his consciousness away from this extremely dangerous place, allowing him to escape instantly from the fragrant dreamland.
But Fisher struggled frantically to look down, because he suddenly recognized the owner of the fragrance as the witch who often had a bad smile but was now missing.
"Renee!"
In the next second, Fisher opened his eyes in panic, and stretched out his palms forward to grab the black-haired beauty, but what caught his eyes was not the terrifying huge moon.
There was no extremely dangerous Ice Throne, nor the cute Renee with a wicked smile, only the dusk sunlight that was cut off by the curtains and fell to the ground trying to squeeze into the room.
The atmosphere in the room was gloomy but peaceful. Fisher, who had almost forgotten to breathe, gasped for several breaths before he recovered. Only then did he suddenly realize that he had broken out in a cold sweat all over his body.
, symbolizing the fear he felt in his dream.
The pressure in the dream never went away. Fisher, who was sweating profusely, subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyebrows, but suddenly found that he seemed to be still in someone's arms.
He turned his head blankly and looked to his side. There was a trace of white hair floating in the fresh sea salt aroma, and a heroic but particularly quiet face at this time was leaning next to his face. It was the Iceberg Queen Alagina.
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As a Sardinian woman, even though she had just barely fulfilled her agreement with Fisher, she still subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold Fisher in her arms. This subconscious sense of protection made Fisher feel quite uncomfortable.
It was novel, and I couldn't tell whether it was me who had taken advantage or she had taken advantage just now, but I felt that she was very satisfied and at ease.
By the way, did you call Renee's name in your dream just now?
Fortunately, Alagina slept relatively deeply. It seemed that she had just experienced fighting and having sex today, which were two very physically demanding things, so she couldn't wake up once she fell asleep.
But Fisher's heart was beating very fast now, and the content of his dream just kept echoing in his mind.
Fisher had seen the merciless, god-like moon before, when he was sleeping with Renee in Saint-Nali, and he dreamed the same thing that night.
At that time, he thought it was just an ordinary dream, but now it seems that is not the case. That dream should also be seen by him.
So, what does the moon symbolize?
That sense of oppression was by no means an extraordinary species or even a mythical species, but some kind of higher-level existence. Such an existence made Fisher subconsciously think of the big eye he saw in Philon City in the Southern Continent, or rather
Is it Lamastia, the God of Life?
Does this moon have anything to do with the terrifying gaze I felt on the boat back to Saint-Negli?
The mystery of the huge moon was too difficult to figure out, and Fisher had no idea for a while, but the image behind the moon was extremely obvious.
Fisher first saw the flying snow in the sky, and then the fragrant black hair.
I still remember that the Witch Research Association found a black hair belonging to the legendary "Immortal Witch" at the door of the frosty sycamore tree in the Sema Snow Mountain, and used this black hair to create the artificial witch Carolina. At that time, Fisher suspected that
The black hair belongs to Renee, but the question is, if the black hair belongs to Renee, what will she do there?
She had never told herself that she had been to the North. Rather, every time she went out, she said she was going to find her home, which was to move around in Kadu. But now Fisher felt that it was not that simple, especially
After being unable to contact Renee recently.
The throne made of perfect ice is definitely related to the phoenix, and it is most likely located on the frosty sycamore tree. The existence on the throne seems to say something about "the last phoenix". In other words, there are still phoenixes in the world now.
kind of existence?
Fisher's intuition told Fisher that Renee's disappearance was inextricably linked to this incident, otherwise he would not have given him such a reminder.
Fisher silently glanced at the white shirt he had taken off and thrown beside the bed. The man in the shirt was watching him quietly, obviously not willing to answer any of his questions.
It seemed that he had to go to the Frosty Sycamore Tree, even if it was just for Renee.
He gently reached out and took out the photo that Renee had left for him. Unsurprisingly, her iconic Lark Hart still did not appear on the photo. Fisher looked at the photo quietly.
, then turned the photo over, and there was a line of writing left by Renee at the back,
"Remember to tell me through Hart when you miss me~ although I know you won't do this."
There was no period in that line of text, and the punctuation mark originally used as a period was replaced by the cunning Renee with the shape of a heart.
Renee didn't like partings and endings, not even periods, and Fisher knew this.
"Well"
At this moment, Fisher suddenly felt that Alagina who was hugging him trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
Fisher, on the other hand, instantly clasped the photo in his hand and stuffed it back into the pocket of his white shirt quite naturally, even deeper than before.
"Alagina?"
Alagina next to her had just woken up, so she seemed a little confused at this time, but after seeing Fisher in front of her, she lowered her head and glanced at the current state, and waited for a while.
Two seconds later, a trace of visible satisfaction emerged in her blue eyes.
The corners of her mouth were lifted up by this touch of satisfaction, forming a beautiful smile.
"I'm just, glad Fisher gave himself to me."
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Ah, sometimes I really forget that Aragina is actually a lady from the Sardinian women's country. She seems to be influenced by the blood of the trolls. They have concepts that are completely opposite to those of other countries.
But Fisher had checked carefully just now. Apart from being cooler and stronger, there was no difference between her and other human ladies. Fisher had never seen a real troll species and didn't know what they looked like.
But it shouldn’t be similar to humans, right?
So, in fact, among the women of Sardinia, the only way to express the troll bloodline is as a female queen?
Alagina's heart was beating fast. She gently stretched out her hand to hold Fisher in her arms, then closed her eyes and buried her head in his neck, and whispered,
"Although I know that even if I do these things, it won't mean anything. But I promise, Fisher, I will continue to work hard to make you happy."
Fisher couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this. Alagina is indeed a very lovely lady.
At this moment, her white hair was freed from the ponytail in Xunri, and spread on top of the sheets like the frost condensed on the lake in winter. Together with her blue eyes that looked at her seriously, she was
The expressionless and serious look exudes a cuteness unknown to outsiders.
Fisher couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her lips, and Alagina responded to Fisher without shyness, seeming to be even happier than Fisher.
"Wait a minute, Fisher, if we do it again it will be at night. Let's go have dinner with the crew first?"
"Pahz and the others have already gone to eat first, and we are the only ones left."
".They left first?"
"Well, I guess you heard some noise just now?"
"Huh? Wait, Fisher, change your position. I'm on top."
"good."
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