Chapter 573 The gravekeeper of Blackmoya Cemetery returns home
Unexpectedly, there was not too much joy on Gray's face. She lowered her eyes, and there was a bit of complexity on her face that could not be seen.
"Didn't you say you wanted to see the outside world?"
Aozaki Aoko sat next to Gray and gently held her hand. Her hand was not warm, but had a slight coolness, like fine jade.
"And you don't have to be a sacrifice for King Arthur's resurrection. As long as you don't take the initiative to return to that village, you can freely control your life and go wherever you want."
"It's free..."
Gray pondered, and she turned to look at the scenery outside the window. Although the sky had darkened, she could still see a few sparks, and in the distance, she could also see a bright city.
It was a big city that I couldn't imagine, and it was completely different from the village where I lived.
Inexplicably, a faint sense of fear emerged in her heart. She didn't know what freedom meant to herself.
She didn't know what she wanted to do, because she had never imagined her future, because in the village, her future was to sacrifice her body as a sacrifice and then die peacefully.
This feeling of freedom was like walking next to a bottomless abyss for her.
"Hehehe - Chronic Gray, are you afraid of life in the big city?"
Ad's iconic voice sounded again. Gray's face turned red, and he picked up the cage and shook it violently.
"May I ask who asked you to take me away from the village? Is it Mr. Bielsac?"
Gray hesitated for a moment, then asked softly.
If anyone wanted her to leave the village, it was probably Mr. Bielsak. Although he was not good at words, she could feel that Mr. Bielsak cared about her.
"It is true that he also helped, but the person who made this suggestion was still your mother."
"Mother……?"
Gray was stunned for a moment and heard an unexpected answer. She even wondered if she had heard it wrong.
"Yes, it was your mother who visited us last night and asked us to take you out of the village overnight, because tonight there will be a ceremony in the village to strip away your consciousness and give your body to the King of Spirits."
"But why...?"
Gray subconsciously murmured to herself that she really couldn't believe that such a fanatical mother would do such a thing.
"Because she is your mother, she loves you deeply, even more than she loves herself."
Mikael gently touched Gray's head. The answer to this question was so simple. Because Magdalena was a mother, she loved her child for no reason.
"Gray, have you ever studied magic?"
"Except for some of the tombkeeper's magic knowledge that Mr. Bielsak taught me, there is nothing else."
Gray replied softly, obviously still immersed in the previous answer.
"There is a theory in magic, that is, the mysteries will reflect each other, through the small universe called life, and the large universe that will actually change the world, and even by introducing the flow of earth veins and the movement of planets into the inside of tiny humans,
To make the great mystery possible.”
Gray raised his head and looked at Mikael. She didn't quite understand what he was saying, but she seemed to understand something.
"If I remember correctly, you said that your mother is very strict with you, and you have to intervene in everything in your life."
Gray nodded,
"But did you know? Even common things in life such as eating, sleeping, and excreting are all connected with magic and other mysteries, because the existence of maintaining life is originally a magic ritual."
Gray nodded again. If she was still a little confused before, now she seems to have figured out what Mikael meant.
She suddenly remembered that after she noticed changes in her appearance, her mother became even more keen on managing her own life, not to mention sleeping and worshiping, but also began to worry about the order of eating and the way she dressed.
The attitudes around her were naturally affected by her.
"You are the descendants of King Arthur, so you naturally have factors similar to those of King Arthur. It's just a matter of more or less concentration. The same is true for your mother, but she doesn't have as much of King Arthur's factors as you do."
"Everyone has their own wavelength. Of course, it is not a real wavelength, it is just a symbolic statement. If there is anyone whose wavelength is most similar to yours, it is only your mother. Through the method of homology,
It can make your wavelengths nearly the same."
"Synchronized with...me...?"
"That's right, your mother cleverly synchronized your wavelengths through your eating, your sleeping, and everything closely related to your life, and at the same time used this wavelength to intervene in the village's magic."
"In this way, although you are still different people, in the field of mysticism, you are indeed the same person."
"Although the method itself is simple, it is not easy to put it into practice. It should be said that it is a difficult and persevering act that even real magicians will complain about."
"In order to synchronize the wavelength of my mutated daughter with my own, even a tiny failure is not allowed. Taking eating as an example, an error of a few grams will affect the accuracy of the surgery, and even the time and number of chews must be carefully adjusted.
Meticulous management. And it’s every day. When you can’t inform the target of the details and ask for help, this must require amazing mental strength.”
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Gray's body was trembling slightly. These words sounded very complicated. She actually didn't understand the principles, but she still understood the meaning of these words.
Her own mother was not what she thought she was. She was working silently for her own safety for ten years, but she didn't know it at all.
The feelings she had had for her mother until now were reversed along with the pain that seemed to lift her skin.
——Yes, my mother has always loved me.
………
"It's just that we didn't understand this before, so we let you eat other things rashly, destroying the synchronization ceremony carefully prepared by your mother. That's why your mother asked us to take you away from the village, because she can no longer guarantee your safety.
It’s safe, I’m really sorry.”
Mikael was not surprised by Gray's reaction.
The plan provided by Hatteras was only theoretically feasible, but the chance of actually becoming successful was indeed very slim, but it was forcibly turned into a reality by Magdalena.
Should I say that I am worthy of being a mother? A mother's love can even surpass miracles.
He sighed in his heart, and after learning all this, he couldn't help but admire Magdalena a little.