The warm morning light, the earthy breeze, the strange but unexpectedly elegant flowers, and the back of the girl in the middle of the flower field.
This scene is reminiscent of a sweet fairy tale.
Ordinary, but enough to touch people's hearts.
Claudia couldn't help but widen her eyes.
There was a light flashing in her eyes.
This was completely different from the center of the White Tower in her mind.
There are no complicated runes covering the walls, nor are there any unknown and strange items that often appear in the outer ring of the White Tower.
Everything is as beautiful as the countryside of Caral. It is so beautiful that one can undoubtedly encounter a fairy.
——But when Claudia calmed down a little, she felt a creepy feeling.
No, that's not right.
Although Caral is famous for the beauty of the countryside and the beautiful scenery where fairies hide, it is only the beauty of the human world.
But it's different here.
There is nothing lacking in the scene here. Just standing on the grass and bathing in the sunshine gives people a sense of peace that makes them want to stand here forever.
That's not even an illusion.
Claudia watched helplessly as Robert and An Ruosi stood there and fell into a deep sleep, but couldn't muster the energy to wake them up.
It feels like just getting up in the morning.
The body didn't want to move at all, and even the mind fell into endless sluggishness.
It was as if everything had stood still forever.
If I could describe it in one word...
"That's eternity."
Roland looked straight at the girl who had her back turned to him, the silvery gray in his pupils flowing slowly like mercury.
"Utopia isolated from the world", "eternal dreamland" - no matter what the name refers to, they all refer to the same thing.
This myth has been circulating in Titan for a long time, but no one knows that its true form is actually the first tower of the White Tower.
No - if we say it more accurately, the origin of this myth should be Anvilia.
As long as she is around her, everything around her will stop involuntarily.
That's different from Scott's slowness. It's a more advanced concept than him.
There is even such a legend among players.
Legend has it that when Anvilia was sleeping, a villager accidentally saw Anvilia in the crystal coffin. He was immediately shocked and regarded Anvilia as a goddess and looked at her in trance.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that his eyes were so disrespectful. He was so shocked that he kowtowed nine times before reluctantly walking home.
But when he got home, he found that twenty years had passed and his son was already older than him.
...Of course, Roland didn't believe this legend.
There is a bug in this legend that cannot be ignored - that is, Scott has such a big heart. He can actually let a mortal look at the person he likes rudely for more than 20 years without beating him to death...
But despite this, this legend also illustrates the extent of Anvilia's power.
Her eternity is not only reflected in the impact on the surrounding environment, but more importantly in herself.
As a high elf, a noble race with silver blood, when Anvilia awakened her origins at the age of one hundred and fifty, her appearance was only about seventeen years old.
From then on, her body was fixed at the age of seventeen.
From this angle, Roland could only see a silhouette, but it was enough to clearly see her beauty.
In terms of appearance, she is not much different from Claudia. But the elf's elegance and the stability and mystery accumulated over more than a thousand years add a lot to her.
Her pupils were amber gold.
The waterfall-like long glazed gold hair was about three meters long. It was tied into many thin braids from the neck, and naturally scattered on the ground and then spread out in all directions.
Under the morning light, it is not dazzling, but almost shining.
She seemed to feel Roland's gaze. She turned around and looked at Roland with a sweet smile.
Unexpectedly, Roland calmed down instead.
——It’s probably too refined.
That is not beauty that humans can bear.
Time is the most miraculous thing in this world. Human bodies grow old due to the passage of time. However, the soul is soaked in the flow of time and becomes deeper and wiser.
In the eternal land of Anvilia, she spent more than a thousand years.
Therefore, her mind immediately became deeper.
"Mentor's chosen ones, please take a seat."
A sweet voice came from Anvilia's mouth. It was obviously speaking but it was like singing, and there was an unconcealable sense of holiness in it.
This is what Roland said before, there is no use of holy voice in battle.
At this time, behind Roland was ordinary grass.
But as Anvilia's words came out, Roland sat down without any hesitation.
Claudia almost screamed.
But at the moment she could only watch, but could not say a word.
The posture is not like sitting on the grass, but like sitting on a stool.
Just before Roland was about to plop down on the ground, a simple stool surrounded by wool appeared under Roland without any warning.
Anvilia swore - there was no trace of the flow of laws at that moment, nor was there any imprint of divine magic.
It was as if a chair really appeared out of thin air.
And Roland knew that it was Anvilia's imagination. She thought that Roland needed a stool to sit on, so Roland would naturally wait for a stool.
Here, in the First Tower, Anvilia is more powerful than the gods.
At least gods can't create something out of nothing.
And creating something out of nothing - that is the biggest reason that shakes the rule of the gods.
"Princess Anvilia," Roland's tone was respectful and calm, "I can't afford it."
"No, no, no," Anvilia stood up quickly, waved Scott away, walked over and helped Roland up with her own hands, "How can you claim to be inferior in front of me?"
"You are the eldest princess of the high elves and the founder of the White Tower..."
"Stop talking!"
Anvilia interrupted Roland loudly: "Sir Pope, you are the incarnation of a mentor——"
"..."
Roland just remained silent.
Roland is not the Pope. He is just an elect.
If Roland agreed at this time, it would be a complete and irrefutable crime of transgression.
No matter what Master Longsleep's true attitude is towards Roland, Roland is only the chosen one of Master Longsleep, not the designated pope.
But Anvilia kept saying that he was "the incarnation of a mentor..."
An idea flashed in Roland's mind, and he finally realized what Anvilia meant.
"……I see."
He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
If Roland guessed correctly, what she meant was roughly that she wanted to push herself into the position of the Pope.
It's just tiring to talk to this old monster...
Theoretically speaking, don't old people hate young people coming up with some messy tricks and showing off some ridiculous things?
Therefore, Anvilia should obviously be past the age where she can mince words...
So is it another question of the difference between short-growing and long-growing species?
"I'll do it. I'll tell you my plan later."
Roland responded immediately: "During the days when the White Tower collapsed, I needed a sending machine and an independent residence."
"No problem. As long as you need"
Anvilia replied without hesitation.
But Roland's next request really stumped her——
"The official business is over, now comes the private business," Roland looked at Anvilia seriously, "Can you let me have a nightmare?"
Roland suddenly wanted to know what the content of the dream he had forgotten was.
As the founder of the Bewitching Witch, Anvilia is the wizard who has studied dreams the most. If you miss this village, you will not have this shop.
...However, even if he didn't think of any substantial content, Roland had a vague premonition in his heart. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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