Asuka Karasawa asked in confusion. She thought about it in detail, but it seemed that everything had been quite normal since she came to this world, and she had not heard any strange sounds.
However, in order to confirm more accurately, she still asked Margaret, "What kind of sound is it referring to?"
Margaret stared at her for a second, then pointed in front with a smile, gesturing for her to continue walking, and said, "That is a special kind of voice that comes from inside the head. It comes from outside this world.
It’s a guide from our world…”
Asuka Karasawa pursed her lips. She followed Margaret's footsteps and found that the direction they were going was the stone tower in the Utopia.
"Guide Margaret, I don't understand."
"I'm different from you, Asuka. I'm not as lucky as you. When I came to this world, I was alone, and I was captured by the elves and used as a slave to pay tribute to their king. At that time, I was completely trapped.
Desperate, but I gradually discovered that there seemed to be some vague words coming from my mind all the time, and it seemed to be telling me something. At first, I didn’t take it seriously, until one day, those voices became more and more...
Clear and increasingly easy to identify”
The expression on Margaret's face remained unchanged, a faint light flashed in her eyes, and she continued,
"It is telling me some very valuable knowledge. It is with this knowledge that I barely survived under the Elf King, and I learned how to control the loom of destiny and its uses, and this knowledge has always been
All have been tested in practice and they are true."
"Ah, that's it...but I haven't heard anything." "It's okay, Asuka."
Margaret looked at the moonlight in front of her and deduced softly,
"It's also possible that you've heard it but haven't realized it yet. It's been some time since I came to this world and I can clearly identify those sounds. I'll show you something and you'll understand."
Asuka Karasawa nodded in understanding. Anyway, she had no place to go for the time being. What she wanted to say to Mr. Fisher and what she wanted to express would have to wait until... well, he would finish it, but with that
Judging from the intensity, Asuka Karasawa didn't know exactly how long it would take.
As a result, the two of them quickly passed through the settlements and crowds of the Utopia and returned to the stone tower.
But unlike walking up the stone steps in the past, Margaret walked in another direction this time. She pressed a certain position on the wall very familiarly, and then, the wall rose.
A small door that can only accommodate one person.
The small door is very dark, leading to the ground, and a cool breeze comes from time to time.
Asuka Karasawa swallowed, but Margaret beside her had already walked in first, and said to Asuka Karasawa,
"Follow me, Asuka." "Hmm... um."
After hesitating for a moment, she carefully followed the figure of the woman in front of her and walked towards the ground of the stone tower.
The corridor in the small gate has no traces of artificial excavation, and is like a naturally formed cave. As we go deeper, this suspicion of Karasawa Asuka is also confirmed.
The ground in the corridor was steep. After entering the small door, Margaret picked up a bag full of sparkling bugs from the wall on the side. Then she tightly held Asuka Karasawa's hand behind her and carried her with her.
She walked down the corridor for several hundred meters.
As the depth deepens little by little, the depth and emptiness of the space below are gradually revealed.
Slowly, Asuka Karasawa's footsteps could be heard echoing in the surrounding space. As Margaret raised her finger slightly, a wide cave space suddenly appeared in the space in front of her.
In the center of the cave, a huge pillar formed the day after tomorrow penetrated from the stone wall above. It seemed to be the pillar leading directly to [Death] in the center of the stone tower; and around the pillar, there were many tables placed, covered with
There were all kinds of gleaming files, including many wooden scrolls from the Tree Continent.
"here it is···"
"This is where I usually do research, Asuka. Come here, I'll show you something.
Following Margaret forward, I don't know if it was Asuka Karasawa's illusion. She seemed to see lines of words on the papers spread out on the table that were crawling, as if they were coming to life. The shape of the words at the beginning
Asuka Karasawa didn't recognize them, but it was like running in both directions. When Asuka Karasawa started to look at them, the knowledge began to distort and transform into Japanese that she was quite familiar with.
"Japanese?"
Suddenly seeing the living text from her hometown, Asuka Karasawa's excitement was beyond words. She couldn't wait to start reading the text, and soon read some fragmentary concepts.
"die···"
"Lower...authority..." "God of the unconscious..." "True rank...origin..."
"Exchange... unequal death..."
But when she was about to read the words clearly, her eyes suddenly became densely covered with bloodshot eyes, and her entire brain felt like it was being poured into hot magma, which was about to burn her reason and everything.
"Ahhhhh!"
Asuka Karasawa covered her eyes in pain and knelt on the ground. The eggs in the basket staggered and shattered on the ground.
Margaret, who was standing next to her, saw this scene, and some surprise flashed in her eyes. Then she quickly knelt down to support Asuka Karasawa, and whispered to her,
"Asuka, calm down... Asuka, calm down... don't think wildly, just calm down
Beyond Margaret's imagination, as soon as she finished speaking, Asuka Karasawa in front of her quickly became quiet. She rubbed her eyes, pitifully not daring to look over there anymore, and just whispered to
asked Margaret,
"What... was that just now, Margaret?" "...It was the knowledge I saw."
Margaret smiled slightly, looked at the papers that shone with strange light, and then explained,
"From the time I could identify this knowledge, I began to think about how to record this knowledge. I tried many methods, but basically all failed. As you can see, this knowledge...no, it should be
Sounds are all alive, and any recording method in the world has basically no effect·
"So... how did Margaret do it? These... um, papers?"
Margaret stopped letting Asuka Karasawa look at the papers, and instead looked at the surrounding caves.
"This is the most primitive appearance of the Death Hosting Land buried underground. Everything you see above, the stone towers and settlements were all formed the day after tomorrow. When I first followed the loom of fate and arrived here, this is what I saw.
Here, I saw the seal of Lord God Lamastia that blocked death. His power remained here...and I took advantage of this power.
"Only the power of the gods can record the knowledge in my mind, which makes me more curious about them, so I have been studying them day after day for the past six months. I originally wanted to share them with you
, but I just discovered the fact that these sounds are different, so the knowledge contained in them will probably be a lot different..."
Margaret looked at Asuka Karasawa, looked at her head and said,
"Just now when you were reading the knowledge I left behind, a little bit of another type of [voice] came into your head, which was completely different from what I heard. And there will be conflicts between different voices, about one
People can only listen to one kind of sound, so you almost had an accident just now. Fortunately, I separated you from those sounds in time..."
"I...do I have it in my head too?"
"Well, yes, but very few. It seems that the [voice] volume of each transferred person is different.
Margaret walked to the table talking to herself. Asuka Karasawa had just been traumatized and did not dare to go there anymore. She only firmly remembered "A person can only listen to one voice" in her mind.
.
"I also discovered something else about the nature of these sounds..."
"First, the total amount of sound is constantly increasing. As time goes by, it will teach you more and more, but at the same time, the burden on you will also become greater and greater. Slowly, it will
Like gangrene, everything in your mind will be occupied until you can no longer think about anything else. But I found a way to alleviate this problem, which is to record them on some special carriers, which is why I put them
The purpose of writing it down.”
"Second, the carrier of sound is unique. Once this knowledge is recorded on certain carriers, these carriers will have an extremely close connection with you. I have tried to throw them away, but in the end they will always be gone.
Exceptionally, they come back to me and follow me everywhere. So probably, the carrier of these sounds is the only one, and that is me."
"And I also discovered an interesting thing. The power of the Lord God that I used to carry the voices was now almost exhausted, so I tried to borrow the power of the unconscious [Goddess of Death] to carry them...
·Strange things happened, they appeared and other ordinary matter-carrying sounds collapsed... The power of death cannot carry my knowledge."
At the end of the sentence, Margaret looked back at Asuka Karasawa behind her, only to see her looking at her stupidly, as if she could not digest what she had just said, and her clear eyes were full of confusion that she could not communicate with.
Although she didn't say anything, Margaret felt like she was asking, "So, why are you telling me this?"
"So... Margaret told me this because... what?"
Sure enough, the next second, Asuka Karasawa really asked.
Margaret took a deep breath, then smiled, walked back to Asuka, and said to her,
"Asuka, aren't you curious why this knowledge appears in our minds?" "Because... because we are transferred people?!"
Asuka Karasawa suddenly became excited, because she suddenly thought of the time-travelers in the comics who traveled to the Western world. Those protagonists were all very special, so probably the transferred people like herself were also similar to such protagonists, so they were very special.
right?
Margaret's brows jumped, but the smile on her face did not change at all, and she continued,
"You are right. It is indeed because we are transferred people. It is precisely because of this that we are naturally burdened with a possible issue, which is to leave this world. From the very beginning, those voices told me what to do.
In my opinion, the experts’ methods and the so-called knowledge are just methodologies to achieve this goal...
"Although I don't want to go home, because I have no worries in that world, so I can still use this knowledge to build my new home, but Asuka, you are different, you want to go home, right?
?"
Karasawa Asuka nodded without thinking, and then said doubtfully,
"But...but I already know how to go home, Margaret. As long as I retrieve the teardrop of the World Tree, Archangel Pandora will take me to the place in the spiritual world that leads to the outside world...
··Isn’t this method wrong?”
Margaret shook her head, looked at the girl in front of her meaningfully, and then spoke softly,
"No, Asuka, this method is correct, [the voice] also told me this...but the voice told me something else, and what Pandora didn't tell you is..."
"She can't take you there at all, because it's a place that even several demigods can't reach." "That place is called... [Ultimate].
····
At this time, the tree continent is the royal capital.
The towering city wall is now brightly lit, and countless carriages and horses are blocking the wilderness outside the city. The aura of the mythical elves is rising and falling here. This is a costume that has never been seen since the king came to the throne ten thousand years ago.
.
Of course, the specific meaning of this is also very easy to identify: the elves are mobilized.
If you want to explore its purpose, you need to temporarily move your gaze into the royal capital, past the towering and gorgeous wooden buildings and trees that are hundreds of years old, and come to the wooden palace wrapped in layers of spatial turbulence.
Inside.
Unlike the bustling traffic outside, although candles were lit again inside the Jianmu Palace, it was still deserted.
Amid the comings and goings, many maids with peach blossom buns were lined up neatly, walking around the palace with their heads lowered, carrying the few remaining items in the Jianmu Palace back and forth.
At this moment, since Hand passed away and was reincarnated, the entire power of this place has been temporarily handed over to his eldest sister Tao.
The trees in the Jianmu Palace that were originally used to extend the life of the Elf King's handle, exuding a strong aura of death, were uprooted by her. The originally abandoned, completely colorless bricks, wood and stone were all renewed and transformed into their original elegant appearance.
Tao Gong sat alone on the steps in front of the original palace of the Elf King Handle, quietly looking at the small tree growing outside the palace that shone with the golden light of fate. It was the tree where her brother Handle was reincarnated.
Behind him, the huge shadow of the World Tree has completely disappeared, which means that the mother's dimension has begun to move, projecting her power and gaze towards the fixed place of the Eye Tree.
This matter will soon be resolved, because under the mother's anger, both Tsubaki and the transferred person who owns the loom will be wiped out in an instant.
She was injured, and her body was still wrapped around many branches with only one or two peach blossoms hanging on them. She looked quieter than before.
But of course her nature cannot be changed. She was so quiet at this moment, just thinking about what happened before. The matter of the transferred person... could it really be so simple?
The previous incident of Ping's life extension made Tao Gong extremely angry. She was initially angry at the other party's suspicion of her, but before Ping's death, what he said to her dispelled this doubt...
First of all, there is that guy Tsuki. That guy has disappeared for ten thousand years. If she never appeared from the beginning to the end, then the handle would not have done this.
She must have shown up and been discovered.
He was even more powerful than himself at his peak, and he will definitely be able to discover more unknown secrets, especially the Tsuki who has disappeared for so long...
You must know that Hen, Tao, and Tsuki are all the three supreme sons appointed by their mother. No matter which one of them is extremely important to the tree continent and the elf species, they will disappear when she says they will disappear. Tao and Hen could not have been found thousands of years ago.
The result was obvious, the two of them could not find her at all. Later, she asked her mother for help, but her mother also said that she did not know where she was. You must know that the World Tree had not lost the Destiny Loom at that time.
In the end, this matter really ended up being nothing. At most, Hen and Tao felt that she was unrestrained and did not want to take responsibility. They condemned her morally and had no choice but to let her go. Anyway, she did not get anything in the tree continent.
Corresponding rights, but not obligations.
But at this moment, the handle suddenly mentioned that guy Tsuki again. He must have known something, but why didn't he tell himself that when he reluctantly said it before he died, he was beheaded by the damn transfer person...
"These damn transfer people!"
As soon as she thought of the palpitating chaotic power of the transferred person, the peach blossom branches growing on her body began to feel a dull pain, and the flashing lightning in them confirmed that her injuries had indeed not healed.
Then comes the second thing, which is where do so many methods of extending the life of the handle come from.
After the handle was hacked to death with random knives, World Tree, who was doing his duty faithfully at his post, realized it. Of course, when he came back, he only saw the lost loom and the dead child.
Half a year was really just a moment to the Elfkind and even the World Tree, so this caused the World Tree to become negligent. A few years ago, she complied with the child's request and gave him the loom to delay his death, but she didn't expect it.
to cast an error.
Putting aside the subsequent settlement, Mr. Tao finally had the opportunity to have a face-to-face conversation with his mother to reconcile the accounts. The result was that she only gave her the handle of the loom and did nothing else...
"Mr. Tao, there are some scrolls here that are not placed in the cabinet, but in the king's palace. Should we put them back in the cabinet or..."
"Why are you asking me for such a trivial matter? Go and let go of the trash fish!"
"I'm extremely sorry, Mr. Tao, it's just because these items are placed in the secret compartment under the king's bed, so..." "Secret compartment?"
She had obviously searched once before and found nothing strange, but now a hidden compartment suddenly appeared, and there was only one possibility.
That is, this secret grid was tightly sealed by the power of her brother Xiang, so that he could hide it from Tao Gong, who was also at the 19th level. However, since Xiang's death, his remaining power has gradually diminished, until now it has completely disappeared.
Only then was the hidden compartment where items were stored revealed.
If this is the case, then the things in it should be very important to the handle...
Thinking of this, Mr. Tao waved again and said to the group of maids who were about to turn around and leave, "Stop, trash fish, bring it back and show it to me."
"Yes, Mr. Tao."
The maids respectfully presented the scrolls in their hands. Tao Gong waved his hand casually, and the scroll automatically twisted open and dozens of papers flew out and spread out in mid-air.
On it, various contents were recorded in an extremely strange writing that Tao Gong did not recognize. She could only understand the pictures above, which included sketches of some trees and the ones that had been planted in front of the palace.
The trees are basically the same.
And if Mikhail were here, he would certainly be able to recognize that the writing on it was not other writing, but a writing from their world: French.
As Mr. Tao read it very quickly, the scroll quickly fell to the ground, and finally a strange internal affairs record appeared.
This record is written in Elvish script and contains detailed information about a human maid serving in the Jianmu Palace.
It did not mention the origin of this maid, nor how she was recruited. It even only left the name of the maid and the time she served.
Tao Gong already recognized that name, and that time, unexpectedly, was one hundred and twenty years ago.