Eragon's heart palpitated at the thought of the fact that he might be exposed, and Bloom's immediate words stabbed him hard in the heart.[]
"Good people? Absolute kindness does not exist. Once the king offers a large reward, those poor people will not be moved. Even if the villagers are united, what about the itinerant businessmen? The villagers may not inform, but are you sure they can control themselves?
Mouth? Rumors spread faster than the plague!"
Bloom's deep eyes were fixed on Eragon, and a look called disappointment appeared on his face. He wanted to continue talking, but a cold voice suddenly sounded in the room and interrupted him.
.
"You talk too much. Bloom should use extraordinary measures at critical moments."
Felicia stood beside Eragon at some point, her beautiful ocean-blue eyes staring at him. Looking at the elf's deep eyes, the boy suddenly had a terrifying feeling.
Just like when he sensed the consciousness of the young dragon for the first time, Eragon felt the openness on the side at this moment - a vast space rushed towards him from Felicia's pupils, like a heavy giant
The blanket was pressed down on my head.
His fragile consciousness was almost vulnerable to a blow. He was instantly overwhelmed by the vastness and fell directly into the darkness at the edge.
The dream was turbulent, playing itself out in Eragon's mind. He saw two tall men wearing long black cloaks. Their faces were hidden in the thick shadow of the hood, and their hands were also covered in gloves. It was strange.
His back was hunched over, as if his clothes were bulging with padding.
They entered a village, and Eragon recognized it as Cavojo.
Who are they? Why are they here?
The men in black were asking around the village, and Eragon vaguely heard some key words, such as blue gems and huge footprints.
They were looking for dragon eggs! Eragon felt fear creeping into his heart.
Their voices seemed smooth and greasy, like glass soaked in oil, as if they were crawling in the air. There was also a strange hissing sound in the pronunciation of words, which made people's scalp numb, reminding them of the quietly spreading epidemic.
Rot, filthy and disgusting mold, etc. are things that are unlucky to avoid.
As Eragon became restless, the picture blurred like undulating water. When it calmed down, another clear picture appeared.
Flames flew from a farm, and a column of thick smoke shot straight into the sky.
Eragon's heart palpitated when he arrived. He was so familiar with this farm. This was his home!
The house had been blown into ruins, and the wood on the walls and roof was shattered into pieces, as if it had been smashed into powder by a giant hammer, flying far away. Blackened cobblestones could be seen everywhere, and a few twisted pieces of metal were used as stoves.
The last traces left. The shards of pottery, the remnants of the red bricks on the chimney, thousands of small holes in the snow. The barn was filled with smoke, thick black and dirty, and the fire was raging. The livestock were gone.
Either they were killed, or they were so frightened that they ran away.
What's going on? What's going on!
Panic and anger dominated Eragon's consciousness, but he could not affect anything in this dream. He saw someone rushing into the ruins of the kitchen, frantically digging through a pile of rubble.
Eragon saw that the man's face was his own.
He saw himself with red eyes opening up the remains in the ruins piece by piece, and found an outstretched arm under a crossbar.
Eragon suddenly had a bad feeling——
Garro, it’s his uncle Garro!
Garro's clothes were torn into rags when he was dug out from the ruins. His skin was gray, lifeless, and so dry that it seemed as if all the moisture in his body had been baked away. His lips were also cracked, and there were marks on his cheekbones.
A long wound. But these are not the worst. Deep burns covered his whole body, which was a mess. It had turned waxy white and oozed transparent liquid. The whole body exuded a kind of human yu.
The horrible smell of vomit - like rotten fruit. His breathing was rapid, and every breath sounded like the guttural sound of the dying.
"No! This is not true, this is not true!"
With a loud cry, Eragon woke up in grief. Although he closed his eyes tightly, he still couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
He lay exhausted on the ground, shivering, large drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his palms were greasy. The old man beside him sighed, and his strong arms pulled him up from the ground.
Eragon stayed in the dream for a few minutes. Felicia had explained to Bloom what she had done. She had allowed Eragon to see a possible future that she had spun, a future that he would inevitably end up in if he persisted.
happening in the future.
Although it is a bit cruel for a child, as Felicia said, extraordinary events require extraordinary means. The king's minions will arrive at any time. Eragon's mentality will only kill himself and his family.
and friends.
If the momentary heartache could bring him to his awakening, it would be completely worth it, but seeing Eragon's painful look, Bloom immediately felt sour in his heart and almost burst into tears.
Eragon, who was supported by the old man, burst into tears. He stood there, his shoulders shaking violently. The dream was so real that he could hardly escape from it.
Although he knew it was a dream, Eragon felt that it was more like his future, like a prophecy - Garro would die, and he would die because of him.
"Tell me, okay, this isn't true, this isn't true"
Looking blankly into Felicia's eyes, Eragon repeated the question.
"not real."
Looking at the boy's injured heart, Felicia felt that she seemed to have gone a little too far, but she did not let up at all.
"But if you're going to run away like that, that's your future."
Hearing Felicia's words, Eragon was stunned for a moment, and then sighed dejectedly.
"I won't escape, but what should I do? Do I really want to fight against the king? So many dragon knights have failed, how can I succeed?"
Bloom rubbed the boy's head and said earnestly.
"The meaning lies in the process rather than the result. You have to try hard to know whether you can succeed. You have to understand what it means to be a dragon and a dragon knight: knowing it is impossible and doing it, getting rid of the fear in your heart, and achieving great things. This is
Your destiny is your responsibility for the future."
Eragon raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, a special light flashed in his eyes.
"There is no need to be so pessimistic. Miracles are always considered impossible until they are achieved. Although the former Dragon Knight failed, maybe you can achieve this miracle?"
What Felicia said next made Eragon's eyes light up, and the previous decadence and loss were instantly swept away.
It seems that it can become a legend!
The young man who had raised his fighting spirit clapped his chest and straightened his back, as if he had already seen the glorious future, but——
"Well, what should I do now?"
Although he had an ambitious goal, Eragon really couldn't think of what to do. He looked at Bloom and Felicia in distress.
"Now? Think about it after your dragon grows up. The other Blooms will teach you one by one. It's not that easy to be a dragon knight."
Immediately and rudely pouring cold water on the hot-blooded young man, Felicia walked to the bed and gently picked up Xiao Long, who was curled up and dozing off.
"It took a lot of time, and I don't know how Aaliya is doing now."
"Who is Aria? Is she also an elf?"
Hearing the name Arya again, Eragon, who was curious, leaned into Bloom's ear and asked softly.
"It's an elf, or the messenger who protects the dragon egg, but she disappeared when she returned to the elf kingdom. Felicia came out just to find her."
Bloom nodded and briefly introduced Arya, the dragon egg guard, in Eragon's ear.
Felicia seemed not to have heard the whispers between the two of them. Holding the little dragon in her hand, she knelt down in front of the painted pattern and recited a complex incantation translated into ancient language.
"fo
mv-h
eth
h…fo
o
-
k-hythn!jok-s-w
ew－z－
zul-egu
-u
-ubo-etl-os-
st－
lgn,
um
-kop”
Ending with "Now in front of my eyes", Felicia waved her hand after reciting the spell, and Xiaolong cooperated and squeezed out a drop of crystal tears.