After the painter left, Jodi looked at her husband.
"Is he really good?"
"who knows?"
Pava poured himself a glass of ale: "At least Iron Seal is moving. If he doesn't move, there will be no hope."
"Whether he makes a mess or gets a happy harvest, he has to bear the consequences."
"In fact, he has always wanted to do this. We are just letting him face his true self. If a person is not willing, it is useless what outsiders say."
Pava took a sip of wine and said, "The Chapter of Heroes has been handed over to the temple in Yaocheng, right?"
"Well, the first batch of books will be copied next month at the latest."
"I can rest assured that."
There was some hesitation on Jodi's face: "You really decided to do this?"
"Of course, is this even a joke?"
Pava took a deep breath and stood up: "Come on."
Jodi went to the window and closed the curtains.
She turned around and walked slowly to Pava: "It's not too late to regret now."
Pava held Jyoti's face with both hands and kissed her: "No, I don't regret it. The story of my life belongs to you."
Then his face stiffened.
Pava slowly fell backward.
Pava, the famous traveler and storyteller, died at the age of 66 when his heart stopped beating at his home in Saniro.
…
Three days later, Fabiani, who received the obituary notice, hurried outside the fountain on a sandworm.
Outside Pava's house, there were many people commemorating this great storyteller. They placed bouquets of flowers in the corner, chatted softly, and felt sorry for Pava's death.
Fabiani knocked on the door.
The oak door was slowly opened, revealing Jodi's slightly haggard face. She was wearing a black dress, a sacred flower on her chest, and her eyes were red.
"Madam, my condolences."
Fabiani's voice was hoarse: "I'm late."
"Please come in."
Jodi glanced behind him: "Who is this?"
"This is my apprentice, Uluru."
Uluru is short in stature and wears a robe that almost covers his entire body, hiding his whole body in the shadows.
Fabiani said: "He is from Uzi, just let him wait outside."
He gestured to Uluru.
Uluru nodded and returned to the sandworm to wait.
After entering the house, Jodi wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief: "Want to drink water, honey or wine?"
"Water."
Fabiani was a little uneasy.
He thought he had foreseen his death, but the sudden death of his best friend was still difficult for Fabiani to accept, and his mind was completely blank along the way.
I have received so much care from Pava, but I am unable to give any feedback.
This made Fabiani feel deeply lost and his body felt extremely heavy.
He saw a painting solidified in resin on the wall, which was a portrait of Pava and Jyoti. The painter's brushwork was exquisite, and he faithfully and accurately restored the characteristics of Pava and Jyoti, as well as all their subtle expressions.
Pava has a smile on his face in the painting. At this time, he did not know that death would knock on the door so quickly.
Fabiani suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is Sanillo.
If Pava is dead, the ghost is still there.
He looked at Jyoti: "Madam, has Pawar's ghost appeared?"
"No, it didn't show up."
A trace of sadness flashed across Jodi's face, and she pursed her lips: "No one knows where his soul has gone."
No wonder she is so sad.
Fabiani sighed: "Perhaps he was too tired during his lifetime, and Pava needs to rest. Please don't worry, he loves you very much and will definitely come back to you."
Every time he had dinner with Pava, Fabiani could feel his friend's anxiety.
Pava was always writing and revising manuscripts, but the progress was getting slower and slower. As his reputation grew, Pava could hardly find a quiet place in the city.
He was visibly tired and nervous.
Pawar once said that his biggest worry is that everyone expects too much from him. In the eyes of many people, he is not only a narrator, but also an observer of the world who hides countless secrets.
He was unable to surpass the original "Pava's Bizarre Adventure" and lamented this, often saying that living like this was boring.
After eating fried black water strider, it's hard to like fried little bugs again.
"He's not coming back."
Jodi shook her head.
Suddenly, a stranger in full armor walked out of the inner room. This man was wearing brass-colored ghost armor, with a long sword tied to his waist, and his steps were steady and impressive.
Fabiani was shocked at first.
Pawar just died and Jyoti found a new partner?
Is this a bit...
It took him a moment to realize something was wrong.
A bold idea came to his mind.
"Could it be that...Pava?"
The ghost in the ghost armor said angrily: "You have recognized the wrong person, my friend. Standing in front of you is the ghost from the mountains, the warrior who died a hundred years ago, Matthews."
Fabiani couldn't help but laugh: "You bastard, you actually faked your own death and everyone was fooled by you!"
There is nothing better than having a good friend alive.
Matthews emphasized: "My friend, I have said before, my name is Matthews. Your good friend Pava is dead, and his body is buried in the backyard."
Fabiani was stunned and looked at Jodi.
Jodi nodded and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I killed it with my own hands... and buried it. It was a complete death."
Fabiani was silent for a while, with a helpless look on his face: "In order to get rid of the pressure of the name Pava, you would commit suicide to start over... I'm afraid no one would have thought of it."
"My friend, I solemnly declare to you once again that I am Matthews."
The other party emphasized again.
"Then why are you at Pava's house?"
"Because I am a fan of Mr. Pawar's books, I came here to pay my respects. I have decided to inherit Mr. Pawar's legacy and continue to write everyone's stories."
"I will record the brutal war between the Fifth Fearless Empire and the Uzi Kingdom, tentatively titled "Crystal Empire." Please continue to support me in the future, just like you support Mr. Pava."
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"I did not lie."
"Stop it, Pava."
"Sir, please be careful with your wording. I am the war narrator, Matthews."
Fabiani couldn't laugh or cry.
He could only nod: "Okay, nice to meet you, Matthews."
Jodi blinked and made a slight mouth gesture.
——Let it go.
Fabiani relaxed and rubbed his stomach: "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
"There are honey wheat cakes and a little cold beef, let's just eat some." Jodi pointed her finger, the plate flew, and the food was immediately placed on the table.
Fabiani ate and drank a lot.
After eating half full, he said: "We recently dug up the ruins of the Rose Kingdom on a cape in the south and found a batch of rose seeds, thanks to Uluru."
"The Wuji people are indeed natural underground navigators. Their ground boats are very wonderful. They look like stone pillars, but they are very flexible underground, as if they are alive."
"Uluru was also the first geologist."
"He told us how the underground moves, how the interior is structured, what are the characteristics of the exterior, and there are many more types of rocks than we imagined..."
Speaking,,,edition.]
"That kind of black burning stone is called coal. It can also be found in some mountains. Cave monsters and sandworms can find some, but it's very difficult. Uluru has an accurate way to find coal ore!"
"In addition, you can also find fire wells in Uluru. The flames that are constantly erupting from the ground can burn for hundreds of years, and they can be found in the Kingdom of Uzi!"
"If there are fire wells and a large amount of coal, smelting and casting will become very easy, and the price of making various props and equipment will also drop. More people will have access to cheaper metal tools and even sophisticated equipment.
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Hearing such a strange thing, Mathewston couldn't pretend anymore, jumped up and said hurriedly: "Really? Call Uluru in quickly."
"Okay. Although the Wuji people can't speak, they have keen hearing. They can see the surroundings through their bodies, but the way is different from us. In theory, their whole bodies can be regarded as eyes."
"They have their own writing and are used to recording history with carvings. But because they don't have the need to speak, they have never developed a language. However, Uluru can already understand the Yao language, so it is quite convenient."
The young Wuji man was invited in and looked at the three people inside nervously.
Before coming, he had heard from his teacher Fabiani.
Mr. Pawar is a well-respected celebrity. He tells stories for everyone and spreads them among the public. Ms. Jyoti is the wife of Mr. Pawar. She is a graceful and extraordinary person. You must maintain respect for her.
Decent.
Uluru bowed nervously to the armored warrior and the elegant lady inside.
He made gestures to express: I am honored to be here, sorry for bothering me.
What did Fabiani say to them.
Ms. Jyoti smiled and gave him a small seed, with a faint green light lingering on its surface.
Fabiani said: "Ms. Jyoti gave you a meeting gift. This is a symbiotic tree species. After planting, it can grow into a forest and attract elves. If you plant a forest, it will be a fortune, and the elves will
I am willing to buy or rent from you."
Uluru carefully took the tree seed and stuffed it into his body.
This is both life and treasure.
He banged his head against the wall three times to express his solemn gratitude in the traditional way of the Uji people.